My dad and I get along like gangbusters now, and I’m fortunate that he and the BH like and respect each other. That said, he’s sometimes of a melancholy/quiet/taciturn/curmudgeonly disposition, so we often go on nature walks with a particular goal in mind, so there’s something to talk about or organize ourselves and our conversation around. Since dad’s a natural teacher, too, it gives him something to talk about and speculate about. Sometimes we bring the field guides, but I always bring my camera, so there’s something to use as a reference when looking things up later.
Last Sunday was a walk to Jamaica Plain’s Arnold Arboretum, and the goal was pussy willows and witch hazel. It being an Arboretum, there were multiple samples, of course. But when I look at these photos, I don’t just see the interesting differences among plants.
I don’t just wonder anew at the variety of nature.
I also rejoice that I’m able to go for walks with my sometimes grouchy father, who’s long since made amends for any harm he did oh, so long ago.
Happy Love Thursday.