Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Uvularia puberula...

On our afternoon walk, Simon and I were ambushed by a choir of Mountain Bellwort. What a fine surprise for an old man, just in time for his seventy-seventh birthday. After a moment I realized they were singing to me, some sort of repetitive chant in a vaguely minor key. 

Actually, they have been singing to me for years, but until today, I thought it was only tinnitus. I never imagined their wee voices could carry so far.

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