Posts Tagged ‘flowers’

My long and enjoyable three weeks in the Franche-Comté were filled most days with desperately needed rain. The forest, grass, and flowers soaked it all up, literally, so we tried not to mind getting wet while taking our daily walks.

We saw a variety of flowers in window boxes, flower boxes in the towns, as well as in gardens. But in the wild, the most prolific flower was Impatiens balsamina. That’s a bit of a mouthful, so feel free to call it by one of its more descriptive and enjoyable nicknames: touch-me-not, lady’s slipper, and jumping Betty. You can see the slipper shape that gives rise to that name, but to my mind, touch-me-not is exactly right, but not because touching the plant will hurt you.

See the green seeds pods in the lower left-hand corner of the photo? If you touch one that’s just ripe enough, the pod explodes, sending the tiny seeds in all directions. It’s startling the first time it happens, but so much fun that you’ll just want to keep on doing it…as we did. You’ll have a great time helping bring more flowers into the world. 🙂


We went on a bike ride recently. Along some of the way, yellow flowers lined our way, higher then I was on the bike.

Although I know this isn’t really pointillism, all the little drops of water on the hairy bits of the plant remind me of it.

The WordPress gremlins are at it again. I edited the title this morning and just now realized all my words are missing as well as my two videos. Grrrrrr!

Anyway, to try again as well as recap…when I walk in the park, I always look for something interesting, a search sometimes rewarded with something out of the ordinary, sometimes “just” flowers and other beautiful things.

As you can see, behind the fence at the top of the spillway, next to the path are a plethora of flowers.

When I got to the point on the path where I usually go back the same way, my small, still voice told me to take the path by the river. I’ve learned to listen to this voice and once again was rewarded. A small herd of deer was walking along in the water!

The fawns were having a great frolic and even a buck or two caught the spirit.

I was standing completely still, somewhat surrounded by tall grass and bushes, but these two were still sure I was an alien. (Of course they were right.)

This guy wanted a drink badly but just couldn’t quite relax enough to take it, poor deer.

Finally everyone left the river, walking into the underbrush. One doe and her two fawns went further up the river first, the fawns leaping incredibly high over grasses.

I left with a heart overflowing with joy at the unexpected beauty as well as the usual wonders.

for Jo’s Monday Walk