“I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined…”
~ William Wordsworth
One of my favourite summertime things to do is to wander about the wildflower meadows of the foothills and mountains near Calgary. It is such a rich sensory experience. My ears delight in the beautiful symphony of sounds: the pleasant, steady drone of bees and hoverflies; the harmonies from the shimmering song of aspen leaves whispering on the breeze; and, above all that, birds sweetly singing and chirping from the meadow’s edge. A feast of bright, sunlit dabs of colour delights my eyes—wildflowers gently bobbing to and fro with the rhythm of the warm summer winds. Butterflies flit and flutter about, like delicate petals suspended in the air. Sweet, grassy, piney mountain air engulfs me, and I am utterly absorbed by the meadow. Time disappears. It’s pure bliss.