Good lord these are magical!! I'm actually a little breathless at the fact that I went this long without seeing or knowing about Salamander eggs! Thank you!
“Welcome to the world, little ones. May you grow to be slippery-brown or perhaps red-striped as your genes direct, may you taste the juiciest larvae and the slimiest slugs, and once you’ve grown your legs, may you find the dampest sponge of sweet forest duff to dig your burrows.”
Since you wouldn’t tell us what you said to them… ;)
🦎 I loved your descriptions of exploring nature's hidden treasures. Your encounters with wild salamander eggs and picking wild mint transported me to those serene moments by the river. Thank you for sharing such a personal and enchanting experience that reminds us of the magic all around us. 💚
Purest magic...answering yes, following a hunch...finding early spring life...reaching in to touch...I love that you are one who can tell us "where", and I love tagging along. This is poetry...
Such a marvel and mystery. I hunted for these as a child in the 60s, when we lived near Seattle’s Lake Samammish. I’ve often wondered if, after all the development and all the money, they’re still there.
I wondered the same thing when I headed out to see if they might still be where they were when my daughters were littles. I was apprehensive. And then, relieved.
I'd be more curious about the locations of wild mint and salamander eggs than hot new venues. Guess I'm just one of 'those people'. 😆
I get you.
Good lord these are magical!! I'm actually a little breathless at the fact that I went this long without seeing or knowing about Salamander eggs! Thank you!
“We’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass
You are most welcome my friend.
...some of us know which Goodwill has the best bargains, but I never have seen them, as a child, or adult. The beauty you find!
Thank you, my friend.
yay + eek
giggling.
thanks, Troy.
“Welcome to the world, little ones. May you grow to be slippery-brown or perhaps red-striped as your genes direct, may you taste the juiciest larvae and the slimiest slugs, and once you’ve grown your legs, may you find the dampest sponge of sweet forest duff to dig your burrows.”
Since you wouldn’t tell us what you said to them… ;)
I love this greeting!
Amazing! What wonders await us around every crack and crevasse in our landscape....
Love it!!
🦎 I loved your descriptions of exploring nature's hidden treasures. Your encounters with wild salamander eggs and picking wild mint transported me to those serene moments by the river. Thank you for sharing such a personal and enchanting experience that reminds us of the magic all around us. 💚
He walks a familiar path.
Carefully watches and gently tends. Whispering without words.
The silent steward of the woods.
🙏, Thank you, Lor.
Purest magic...answering yes, following a hunch...finding early spring life...reaching in to touch...I love that you are one who can tell us "where", and I love tagging along. This is poetry...
🙏
"...and touched them, ever so gently, one life greeting another, though I’m not about to tell you what I said."
So much in so few words. The heart. Loving-kindness.
Verrrry cool, David. Great find!
I am thinking that the affirmation at the end of this quest must have warmed you all the way back home...
Still a kid at heart, eh?
Yeah, me too.
Such a marvel and mystery. I hunted for these as a child in the 60s, when we lived near Seattle’s Lake Samammish. I’ve often wondered if, after all the development and all the money, they’re still there.
I wondered the same thing when I headed out to see if they might still be where they were when my daughters were littles. I was apprehensive. And then, relieved.
Still, only saw two clusters.