Among the wildflowers at sunset I have found myself standing in this field. Over and over again I am drawn to them, as week by week a new species reveals itself taking over the space that the growth and death of others has provided. We experiences so much our first summer. Dandelions gave way to daisies, which gave way to hemlock, which gave way to Saint Johns Wort, which gave way to Japanese knot weed, and there were more in between that I missed thistles I saw, but failed to photograph, and blackberries I picked upon fruiting, but didn't dare to work with.
Our field and our forest feel such special places. They are so different, and while they both show extraordinary change it is hard to truly explain how different that change runs between them.