There is the garden I create and tend, then there are gardens that are more wondrous. Jon and I visited one yesterday, where the headwaters of the North Fork of the Teanaway River rise. The water is roaring as the snow melts. Every little side channel is rushing, and there are pocket gardens of moss and yellow stream violets. The best part was all the shooting stars.
They are members of the primrose family, and bloom in great swathes in wet meadows early in the summer. They like damp places. Much of the Teanaway is dry and rocky, so it’s even more amazing to find so many of these pink comets blazing against the green.
And of course, being tree-hugging bunny-lovers, we were happy to see that someone had left this message on a tree by the trail.