Home on the Charles River - very briefly - and into our second day of summer rain, I walk early in Rocky Narrows over wet grass, under the canopy of sprinkling branches. After walking for an hour and crossing the sopping meadow grass, I find the path between the swampy wetlands is flooded. The dogs trot right through without minding, so, to avoid having to turn around, I also wade through the knee-high water pooling between the brightly blooming swamp milkweed and the fine, tall cattails. Soon, I run into a fellow dog walker and I warn her about the flooded trail - but she found it yesterday. "I waded through," I say, and she asks, "You weren't worried about the snapping turtles?" "No!" I answered. "But now I am!"
Tomorrow morning, we'll take a different trail - but I'll miss seeing rosy swamp milkweed.