A less promiscuous Columbine

The Pasture

by Robert Frost

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.

I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.

The above is another timely arrival from Poem-a-day. It struck me -as I struggled to refine and post my prior story  – as another way I could describe my experience at the Superior Spring 25k: It was great to get outside with a bunch of other like-minded people and appreciate nature.

The photo above is of a flower in our garden. About 3 feet from where it grows is another Columbine that looks a little different, apparently the spawn from some cross-pollination with a whiter, spurless version. I didn’t notice the white one until I sat down to weed near it yesterday morning. Later, I took Steve out to behold the weirdness and beauty of both. You can see a comparison here on an Instagram post.