Thursday, September 22, 2016

Autumn Comes

Pink Lady's Slipper


Jack in the Pulpit

“Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.”   {Hal Borland}

Monday, September 12, 2016

School Days

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I know summer isn't officially over yet, but once September arrives everything feels different.

The yellow school bus brakes announce, "It's 8:05!"

The coffee tastes the same, but the stroll through the garden drinking it feels harried.

My mind floats from thought, to thought, to thought.

I do a few chores then pull myself to some semblance of order before I head off.


I am sucked into a world of chaos.

All around me little beings hum while older beings try to keep things organized.

"Very good job, every single person froze this time when they were asked to!" I hear the frazzled kindergarten teacher gush.

Whirls of plaid, floral, and hair bows swirl through the halls, picture day.

I sit distracted with my student trying to get her to focus.

Later, we sit at lunch, melted cheese in a hot dog bun, and broccoli.

Soon I am at middle school.

"Whoops, we forgot to tell you there is a 9/11 commemoration today, no tutoring."

I head outside, the whole school is in formation in the field, the sun is sweltering.

I quickly get into formation.

The speaker's voice is lost as the students distractedly watch the drone above them filming their formation, two men are on the roof of the school operating it.

"We must never forget 3,000 died fifteen years ago."

They weren't born yet, I think.

The principal reads a poem; I don't hear it.

A teacher leads us in the Star Spangled Banner.

I sing the best I can, though her notes are too high for me.

I am moved to tears.

A voice comes on the loud speaker immediately after,
"There are freeze pops if you are good."

I walk off the field.

There are sometimes I hear the message within the message and have a hard time knowing what I should do to serve the students I teach.

Today, there are no words.

Saturday, September 10, 2016

Adieu, Sweet Summer

“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.”
    {L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House of Dreams}

Friday, September 2, 2016

Having Her Way

"Let us permit nature to have her way. She understands her business better than we do."
 {Michel de Montaigne, French Philosopher & Writer, 1533-1592}

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Can You See the Bear?

It is there, though well hidden. Moments before, the bear had lumbered casually across the road in front of me and my mother, as we rode along the country road. It had come from a blueberry field and was returning to the woods.

I had commented to my friend earlier that morning that a bear theme has emerged in my life.

On my walks this spring and summer I repeatedly passed bear dens. I felt sure I would encounter one but, I'm glad I didn't.

This summer, while hiking when there had been little rain for a lengthy period, and after coming across dry creek, after dry creek, I was forced to go to the only watering hole I knew of that would contain water for my thirsty dog. I had to carry the dog through berry thickets and was certain we'd meet with a thirsty bear family then, but did not.

That day I discovered a path out that lead to someone's yard, and then a main road. I had my husband pick us up. I wasn't going to hang around the watering hole too long.

I knew bears were nearby.

Then one day when crossing the swamp of fresh rain, something ran (or possibly tumbled) down the steep hill toward us and stopped behind a tree about fifteen feet away. Ribsy finally moved and spooked it and it ran off, but I saw thick black haunches in a brief sunlit clearing, and thought, they very well could have belonged to a young bear.

I felt prepared, somehow, but was glad not to get too close, if it was a bear. I took a shortcut home.

Two days ago, I came across a few piles of bear droppings right at the edge of our path into the woods, which confirmed their nearby presence.

Then yesterday, the bear encounter while driving. I wasn't quick enough to snap it on camera as a car passed me and scared it. I had pulled over, and it was on the opposite side of the road, it went in to the forest as the car sped past. I could still see the bear, but my iPhone 5s could not pick it up.

If you look in the center of the photo you will notice a darkened area--a tad to the left--that is the bear. It sat and looked at us for a minute then headed home.

“Mother Nature is our teacher—reconnecting us with Spirit, waking us up and liberating our hearts. When we can transcend our fear of the creatures of the forest, then we become one with all that is; we enter a unity of existence with our relatives—the animals, the plants and the land that sustains us.”
     {Sylvia Dolson, Joy of Bears}

Friday, August 19, 2016

Faery Wings, the Gift of a Spider

These little wings actually appeared all askew at the base of a tiny spider web, the leftovers of a tiny moth that a wee spider had fed on. I almost didn't see them. I had to get in close to make sure I was seeing correctly.

I had some difficulty assembling the teeny wings into their original order due to invisible web pieces that were still attached them.

The spider scurried away, fearing for its life. What she didn't know was, she is welcome here.

All late summer spider webs are allowed to stay in places that don't interfere with daily life, and even in some places that do...

“It is quite possible that an animal has spoken to me and that I didn't catch the remark because I wasn't paying attention.”   {E.B. White, Charlotte's Web}