Just shy of 24 hours back from the Alaska trip, I walked the Labyrinth in the dark. Then, Wednesday I mowed the paths and today clipped and scattered seed heads. Mostly of Black Eyed Susans and some cone flowers. Many remain in part because they are not ripe and in part because I could not easily get them and they are pretty in and of themselves.
Initially, having just come out of the lit house, my night vision was poor. But, I know the path well so began. Muscle memory kept me on the curve of the path. Car and neighboring lights hindered my progress so I slowed down, shielded my eyes and felt my way along. The now tall grasses and crazy white vervain that lops across the path started and distracted me. Where the path narrowed, I felt concern that I would not make it through, although I knew I would. As the path widened, because I measured wrong, my steps were more sure and quick. Under the drip line of the Magnolia tree I stooped to pass the low hanging branches. By the Center my eyes had adjusted to the dark and the feeling of being in the shelter of the Tree and in the heart of the Labyrinth itself was re-assuring. Being home was good. Remembering the trip was good. The walk out was confident and quick.
Mowing. Well, I am no fan of the task, but the path needed defining. So, I donned my heavy shoes and tied a bandana around my face so I would not breathe the pollen and dust and did the job. Now, to go back to trim some.
And, today, cutting and scattering seed heads was lots of fun. I can see where prairie plants have grown this year in spite of the drought. I like this labyrinth and believe it is a holy and spiritual place. The deer must think so, too, but I think their motive is food! Darn things! Ha!