9.19.16 Meadowlands

Meadowlands are like rainbows, or sunsets, or shooting stars, only there is a unique ecosystem that has somehow developed slowly, and then persisted. So that sometimes, you come upon one, with it's mysterious grasses and it's indigenous bushes and small trees, with native berries, and you recognize you've come up on something special.



Something happens to us in a meadow. 
There are all these native varieties of soft grasses, with intense subtle color variations , and remarkable luminescents of seeds, shimmering in the light. 
The trees are usually small limbed, not tall nor stocky, with small bright leaves that turn all colors in autumn. 
Meadowland feels unworldly and from another time, and this year the soil is so terribly arid the ticks are all having a tough time and are less of a risk.
Oftentimes a whole universe of beauty and loveliness lies right alongside where you go during your day.
I went to get blood tests this morning; this small hilly meadowland stretches beside and then far back from a reasonably big medical center.
Most people don't give these places a second look. They don't stop long enough to catch sight of the wonder in lands such as these.