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.
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!
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?
You can bury a lot of troubles digging in the dirt. ~Author Unknown
As time goes on, I’m learning something about my mama.
She’s got a Green Thumb.
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!
Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:
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.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us. ~Iris Murdoch, Anglo-Irish novelist
I’ve been putting off as long as I dare the process of buying a new smartphone.
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
In what to man might seem an unseemly place
Next to shabby surroundings such glory is
Kissed by resplendence from above.
Delicate masses of cotton candy blossoms
Overlook a small yard in a country town
Greeting residents and visitors alike
With jaw-dropping beauty and grace
Only a pickup truck mars this scene
Only a rather dilapidated working truck
Drive it off and let Nature’s splendor unfold!
Note: Another Acrostic poem. Seemed like time for the challenge.
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’?”
No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow. ~Proverb
Brave little flowers.
Warmth came too fast; cold followed.