Walktober

Take nothing but your memories; leave nothing but your footprints.  — Native American Chief Seattle

I traveled to Douglas-Hart Nature Center in central Illinois for my Walktober, a group walk organized by Robin over at Breezes at Dawn. If you’d like to join in the fun, do so and link here so she can include you.

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Hurricane Thoughts

I know hurricanes.
Always swooping in overnight
With screeching winds,
Drenching rains, tornadoes.

Now Texas has come under fire
With a monster called Harvey.
Watching the devastation
Brings it all back to me.

No power for days on end.
No air conditioning; no hair drying;
No cooking; no television.
Hot sodas, no ice, bed at dusk.

Trying to get a newspaper out
Without the resources needed.
The easy part is finding folks
Willing to tell somebody their story.

Flooded homes and businesses,
Empty spaces where buildings once were.
Disruption of daily existence;
Focus on the elation of being alive.

Trees stripped of leaves,
Long lines, irritability.
Staircases leading to an open sky.
Gratitude to strangers for aid.

I know hurricanes.
And while coastal living can be ideal,
It also can be precarious.
Maybe cornfields aren’t so bad.

Note: I’m forcing myself to turn off coverage of Hurricane Harvey, or I’d never get anything done. Still, my thoughts and prayers are with those uprooted by its path. Stay safe out there!

Peeking In

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! ~Emily Dickinson, 19th century American poet

Moth or butterfly?
Who cares when it’s so pretty
And tarries awhile?

Note: Found this beauty clinging to the screen one day when we were taking advantage of natural air conditioning. Any guesses as to what it is?

Knee High??

Old farming legends say your corn crop should be knee high by the Fourth of July.

But that’s no longer gospel. Far from it.

Here, take a look:

My son Domer was home briefly and took this photo of me standing outside one of the corn fields in our area. As a reference, I’m nearly 5’6″, and this field is starting to tassle way over my head!

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Throwback Thursday

Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:

autumn_maple

We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.

It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.

Nature’s Splendor

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft, U.S. Methodist minister

Perhaps Nature springs forth her best effort
I
n what to man might seem an unseemly place
N
ext to shabby surroundings such glory is
K
issed by resplendence from above.

Delicate masses of cotton candy blossoms
O
verlook a small yard in a country town
G
reeting residents and visitors alike
W
ith jaw-dropping beauty and grace
O
nly a pickup truck mars this scene
O
nly a rather dilapidated working truck
D
rive it off and let Nature’s splendor unfold!

Note: Another Acrostic poem. Seemed like time for the challenge.

NOW it’s Spring

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.  ~Doug Larson, American journalist

There once was a wee Dandelion
Who said, “‘Tis true, I’m not lyin’.
Don’t call me a weed,
I’m precious indeed.
Who else can thrive without tryin’?”