a little oriole cheep cheep cheeping in the grass one evening
then the rains camethen the ants came.
small and precious life
no more or less
than my own.
bless you and your time on earth.
Sunday, June 24, 2012
here one day, gone the next
then the ants came.
small and precious life
no more or less
than my own.
bless you and your time on earth.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Happy Solstice
The summer solstice is upon us. A moment to stand still and take note of one's surroundings before the days once again start getting shorter. I watched a beautiful storm come across the prairie tonight - the flowers and grasses were electric against the dark sky. Isn't that what life is sometimes, a beautiful storm?
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| grayhead prairie coneflower |
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| hoary vervain |
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| snow-on-the-mountain |
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| New England aster |
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| storm-a-commin' ! |
Saturday, June 16, 2012
hi.
A nice walk this morning after a few days of rain. Ahhh, the smell of wet grass -- how intoxicating!
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Molly Sponge
I know it's been a while. I've been a Molly Sponge in the prairie, trying to soak it all in as flowers start to bloom and the colors shift, dramatically and slowly, from day to day.
In Maine, we hunker down in winter, we turn inward, do heavy work on the soul, and then summer surprises us, like a nostalgic and blissful childhood memory. The ocean calls and we jump head first into the icy waters and soak in the salt that heals all wounds. The air is sweet with pine and salt and moist with morning fog.
The country between me and Maine is vast today as I am slapped in the face with a hot wind and the ground underneath my feet is cracked open, gasping for moisture. The clouds spat a few raindrops on a few blades of grass for a few seconds, then nothing. How can my mom be putting cups of beer out to drown the slugs in her wet garden while ours is dusty and the once green petals of nasturtiums are yellow?
It's not all bad, though. I've been learning a great deal about prairie plants and enjoying the friendly folks with whom I work. Here are many pictures from the nature center this spring -- I'll try to get back on the horse and post more frequently now that the heat has rolled in and I have air conditioning blasting on my back while I do this blog post! Much love.
In Maine, we hunker down in winter, we turn inward, do heavy work on the soul, and then summer surprises us, like a nostalgic and blissful childhood memory. The ocean calls and we jump head first into the icy waters and soak in the salt that heals all wounds. The air is sweet with pine and salt and moist with morning fog.
The country between me and Maine is vast today as I am slapped in the face with a hot wind and the ground underneath my feet is cracked open, gasping for moisture. The clouds spat a few raindrops on a few blades of grass for a few seconds, then nothing. How can my mom be putting cups of beer out to drown the slugs in her wet garden while ours is dusty and the once green petals of nasturtiums are yellow?
It's not all bad, though. I've been learning a great deal about prairie plants and enjoying the friendly folks with whom I work. Here are many pictures from the nature center this spring -- I'll try to get back on the horse and post more frequently now that the heat has rolled in and I have air conditioning blasting on my back while I do this blog post! Much love.
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