This is a photo/journaling exercise about a photo we've taken this month that speaks to our heart.
This is skunk cabbage - it grows in boggy, wet places and smells like - well it smells like skunks.
Growing up in Southeast Alaska, this was our first spring flower - and I loved the scent. Not having smelled skunk and not having been trained to say - eeuwwww skunk - I didn't know I was supposed to hate it. I watched the boggy places and waited - and waited - and knew for sure that spring had come when I'd catch that first scent wafting on the breeze.
The reason this photo speaks to my heart is that every spring Don will say "Let's go look for skunk cabbage" and we will drive out in the country, sometimes to familiar places - and sometimes to new places, on a skunk cabbage hunt. Growing up in Wisconsin he doesn't have the same fond connection that I do - but he always brings it up in early spring, that we will soon be hunting for the skunk cabbage.
This year is a bumper crop - simply amazing - more than I've ever seen. As we were driving up near these patches of skunk cabbage our eyes began to water because the scent was so strong - and still Don never complains - he drives right up so I can get close and get photos - he turns the car around if I miss a patch and want photos.
It was amazing how many skunk cabbages there were.