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Wally pics

Posted by on 23 Jun 2017 | Tagged as: critters, Gardens and Life, good things

No need for words, but this is Wally, now settled in and enjoying life with us after four months.
He is now four months away from being two!

We. Are. Here.

Posted by on 03 May 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, hope, musings

The universe is changing,
but we are here.
The stars break forth, coalesce, dissolve, and reform
and we are here.
Species come and go, diversify and disappear…
while we are here.
The weather changes, and everywhere
we are here.
We. Are. Here.
Despite change, despite struggle, despite fear…

We go on.

NaPoWriMo Twenty-eighth Post

Posted by on 28 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, good things, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month, rain

The rain gently washing the new-bought gravel
ready for the paths and the patios
gray as clouds and varied as the blooms
on springtime trees.

The rain, gently falling
anoints the geriatric maples
the fecund lilacs
and all the ornamental filigree.

The rain, again and again
first rainbow then shadow
and shade with golden edges.

Rain, then rain,
the musical patter
– drumbeat of life.

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NaPoWriMo Eighth Post

Posted by on 08 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, NaPoWriMo, Peace Making, poetry, Poetry Month, Politics and War

It
came from the south
advancing in waves
crashing against the mountains,
retreating, and
moving on.

It
buffeted the trees
and the grasses
and the birds
flying high or low
could not escape
the crush of the moment.

It
moved alongside the traffic,
now pummeling against,
now swiping left
or right,
and the cars dodged within the lanes
driven on
into the darkness ahead.

It
pushed the waters into hills
leaving valleys in the lakes
gasping for time
the frogs and the fishes
at once hidden and exposed
waves on the riverbanks
reveal and destroy.

It
tore apart the peace of spring
rent the fabric of newborn fields
pierced that moment in the day
when quiet was about to fall
and fell
into the terror of the storm.

[This poem was inspired by a drive north in the middle of a windstorm that uprooted trees, caused multiple accidents, and damaged many areas. This coincided with the U.S. taking military action without approval of congress during a terrible upheaval in the nation.]

More poets can be found at NaPoWriMo.net

NaPoWriMo Seventh Post

Posted by on 07 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

On the seventh day of the fourth month of (yet another) year.

It was too little
and it was too much.

It came too soon, too late;
too late, too soon.

Too little too late, too much too soon are more often bemoaned,
but isn’t
Too much too late, too little too soon
just as bad, in an inverse way?

Why, when, wherefore (having so recently seen another Shakespearean tragedy…)
How are we to measure, or judge, or distinguish
this truth
from that lie
and that moment
from this time?

The time flying past like a magpie in the story, catching up the wish
to carry it home.

Somewhere, it will all make sense again.

NaPoWriMo Sixth Post

Posted by on 06 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Gardens and Life, Making a Difference, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

I will stay until the wind changes,
said Mary Poppins to the children.

Like Mary Poppins, I came when the wind was right.
And when the wind changes, I must go.

The life that is torn between service to this cause
and that person
is a life of pilgrimage;
wandering as need and opportunity are exposed.

Today, I am here.
This moment, I am present to you.
Tomorrow?

Let’s see where the wind takes us.

NaPoWriMo Fifth Post

Posted by on 06 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: Family Matters, Gardens and Life, good things, NaPoWriMo, poetry, Poetry Month

Hundreds of miles from home
I am home again
with my grandfather
walking the streets
past the bookstores and
ice cream parlor
past the little shops and
around the park
Home again with my grandfather
When I am with my grandfather, I am home.

More NaPoWriMo poetry can be found at the website.

Today in the Garden (Reviving a Series)

Posted by on 01 Apr 2017 | Tagged as: garden, Gardens and Life, good things, hope, seasons

I used to try to post a little something from our yard once a week, and whenever new things “popped up.” But after the loss of our home it was too hard to keep ahead of much.

I think we have turned a corner this year. At least, I have, and so here for your viewing pleasure are a few pics of today’s landscape. Tom took these, enjoy!

In random order, can you find the yellow japanese kerria that is “climbing” the chestnut? The bright coral quince that belonged to Tom’s grandmother in the hills of Kentucky? Cascara flowers? The plum with an orchard mason bee already enjoying the dryer weather? The scylla, several clumps of daffodils, heather, primroses, and trillium? Wally’s fenced area should be pretty easy to identify! The author might be in there too, looking tired but relaxed.

Wally’s Door

Posted by on 19 Mar 2017 | Tagged as: critters, Gardens and Life, house building

When we last had critters that were not kept in small glass habitats, I was pretty much either a stay-at-home mom, a student, or a substitute teacher with limited days away from home. I knew, when we were rebuilding, that I would eventually want a critter and secretly plotted to have a home that would be a good place for a dog even if both Tom and I were away from home for significant periods.

Last week, the fence went in. Today, Tom and Grant put in Wally’s door. We (I, actually) chose an “Enduraflap” door from petdoors.com. According to Tom, the door was moderately difficult to install, but with Grant’s experience in construction, and Tom’s experience with reading all sorts of schematics, they were done (start to finish) in about three hours. Thanks to our neighbor who helped with cutting the sheet metal (he has a plasma torch) for the “tunnel” that goes through the wall. As soon as we have the bottom of the fence secured by cement blocks and some sort of substrate that is not MUD, Wally will have free reign of the house when Tom and I are gone. The door looks AMAZING both inside and out. This was the last major part of the house that needed doing (other than painting which may happen this summer…). I feel MUCH better about being home now.

Pictures some day when it’s sunny again, and everything is done. I am so happy that Wally will soon have a more dog-friendly environment. We ALL need this!

Decades

Posted by on 08 Mar 2017 | Tagged as: celebrations, Family Matters, Gardens and Life, good things, Tom

I remember the first time I started really thinking in terms of DECADES. Our elder son was about ten. Off the cuff, I mentioned something that had happened about 15 years before.

It was his first true realization that there had in fact been “life” before him…

And it was my first recognition that I was “old.”

Today I am thinking in terms of decades of commitment. My darling Tom and I have officially been a couple for longer than we were not.

This particular threshold feels almost as momentous as that first “double-digit” birthday, or the realization that once high school is over, childhood is also gone.

Are we really old? Perspective suggests we would have been considered on the cusp of old age in our grandparents’ generation. Today, however, people twenty years our senior are running marathons, picking up new instruments, learning new languages, and conquering mountains.

We aren’t old yet, but I have to say I am really looking forward to growing old together.

I love you, Tom.

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