Monday

Fringed Phacelia






The celia is carpeting the upper reaches of George's Gap. It is hard to think of a plant as being rare when it appears in such abundance but rare it is. The celia doesn't seem to grow except on the most isolated hillsides, never even the smallest blooming by house or barn. The books always describe the Phacelia as being a devotee of the low creeky woodland but large massings at less than a 3500' elevation I have yet to see. She waits for a canopy of green leaves to cover the forest before blooming. She's not to be found among the first spring flowers. Solitude and the silence of the forest, a certain cool dampness to the forest floor and she is content. I watch the banks of the Gap for the celia and when I finally see her I, too, am content. Spring has come to the highlands.