What Blooms Without Anyone Sowing It

On Sunday, March 22nd, Jillian Pomare wandered through the sanctuary's gardens and wooded areas with the unhurried calm of someone not looking for anything in particular — and ending up finding everything. Among the green grass and the generous shade of the tall trees, a Canna indica flower appeared — coral shading into salmon, its petals open as though it had been waiting days for someone to notice it — and Jillian lifted it toward the sunlight to capture it forever. Deeper in, the walk left behind images of the sanctuary in its most ordinary state: the waxy, dark foliage of what appears to be a mature ficus, the outstretched branches of the canopy filtering the blue March sky, and the red roof of the little rural house peeking through the vegetation like a natural part of the landscape. Nothing extraordinary on the surface, yet a quiet confirmation that the place is alive and well. Sometimes the field log records not events, but presences. This was one of those days.