My friend Laura, who thoughtfully and without regard to her own well-being feeds the Island Blue Heron population each winter (and we do thank you, Laura ... they come back so chubby and happy ...), asked me the other day about lupins. I had mentioned it was lupin season on Prince Edward Island - those two or three weeks in the very early stages of summer when they burst forth in ditches and fields from one end of the Island to the other.
They are gorgeous. I defy anybody to come upon a field of lupins and not smile and perhaps gasp at the wonder of nature.
And they fill the field behind my house.
This is one of the pathways in the maze my daughter Erin has created in the field behind my house:
For three glorious weeks in the early summer I walk Roxy through the lupins. I mean, it's nice in mid-July, when the lupins are gone and the entire field is goldenrods. But ... this time of year is special ...