Purple Bind Weed

A crazy, cool day where a purple bind weed in bloom I noticed on three separate walks today, over the course of the whole day, led me to the Color Purple, which is an amazing book, and then to Einstein (“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”), and then to this poem by Diane Ackerman:
In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,
I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.
In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,
I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.

and then there is this little place I’ve really enjoyed hiking lately, and now I think there is a waterfall of some sort down trails I haven’t walked. The waterfall is a rumor from years ago. I wonder if it is still there in all this drought. Here’s a pic of that place where the morning sunlight floods down the hillside.

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