Every so often, the fields come alive with wild flowers. The last time this happened was in 2007 when my daughter was getting married.
It amazes me to think that mother nature has such wisdom. When conditions are challenging, the native plants hide out. They do not invest in the year, they rest, lay dormant. Then when temperature, light and moisture are just right they appear!!
The fields last year had very few wild flowers and I wondered were they had all gone. The native grass stayed short, it did not die in the heat and lack of moisture but it did not grow. The farm looked like it had been mowed.
Happily conditions this spring were just right. Hillsides are now covered in Indian Paint Brush, one of my favorite wild flowers, its colorful blooms cry out... "here I am!"
All the Yucca has bloomed, the ants are busy helping to open their blossoms, the pods and blooms are so heavy they can not do it on their own. Dear mother nature is once again at work, all her elements in tune with each other, working together.
One of my favorite fairies is the Indian Paint Brush, it was one of the first ones I made. That little fairy planted the seed of finding a farm and raising sheep, I just could not find fiber long and soft enough for fairy hair until I found Jacob Sheep. Then I needed some place to keep them, Bryn Du Farm. Sometimes if we are lucky, the seeds we plant grow into the dreams we always hoped for.
To the wildflowers and fairies that abound this year, out in the fields and the imagination too. I often, wonder, did I really see that, just out of the corner of my eye....
* Last time in Barn Stories: Wee Ones