May your search through Nature lead you to yourself. ~Author unknown
Peony in bloom
I
Back-tracked
From my walk
With Monkey and
Found again what I
Was seeking — this gorgeous
White Peony all in bloom!
Best of all, I’m fairly certain
It’s the same flower I saw before.
Nature is bursting all over these days!
Note: Poetry form is Etheree.
Whoever understands life loves flowers and their innocent caresses. ~Auguste Rodin, French sculptor
Pregnant with promise
Fragrant flower fully formed
Sublime scenery
A fine spring is good for everybody. ~Russian proverb
I Monkey here.
Back-to-back posts from me within a week’s time? Yes, indeed. Count yourselves lucky, people, that Mama is busy with stuff and lets me use her computer!
Saturday dawned sunny and mild, so I Monkey badgered Mama until she agreed to take me for a nice stroll. Join us as we look at some of the Spring-stuff. Continue reading
This is the sensory season. Trees are in leaf… It is a green world… Walk through an orchard and you can smell as well as feel the strength of grass underfoot, new grass reaching tall toward the sun. Boughs naked only a little while ago, then bright and heady with bloom, now rustle with leaf and tingle with the strength of fruition. Listen, and you can almost hear the pulse of sap and the mysterious workings of chlorophyll. The air vibrates with bird song… All the senses tingle, alive with the season as the world itself is alive. Nothing is impossible at such a time. ~Hal Borland, American writer, journalist, and naturalist
Happy Spring, my friends! I’m taking a few days off — see you after Easter!
A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song. ~Chinese proverb
I
Looked out
My window
And saw these two
Curious finches
Perched in a dogwood tree,
Glancing into the distance.
I couldn’t help wondering what
Their tiny, beady eyes were seeing
As they peered into space … and perhaps time.
Flitting from branch to branch, the two finches
Kept up a constant chattering sound,
Filling the air outside with a
Delightful round of music.
Would that people, too, felt
Free to sing their songs
Shamelessly and
Fearlessly,
Without
Qualm.
Note: Poetry form is Double Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.
Of the living gymnosperms the conifers — pine, cedar, spruce, fir and redwood trees — are the most successful biologically. The needle-like leaves of these evergreens are well adapted to withstand hot summers, cold winters and the mechanical abrasion of storms. ~Claude Alvin Villee, Jr., American biologist and long-time teacher, Harvard University
Why
I felt
Compelled to
Check up on my
Tiny Tree after
A bitter snowstorm is
A myst’ry, but I did and
Voila! As you can plainly see,
He (or she) is growing and thriving
And celebrating its second birthday!
Tiny Tree is an Eastern Juniper.
Also known as red cedar, this tree
Measures forty-eight inches tall!
Who’d have given it a chance
To survive in such a
Harsh environment?
Somewhere below
Ground lies its
Bright red
Scarf!
Note: This poetry form is a Double Etheree.
This Christmas may you have…
“Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain,
And drinks bedside the fire,
Laughter to cheer you,
And those you love near you,
And all that your heart may desire.” ~ Irish Christmas Blessing
Merry Christmas to all our friends! Monkey and I will be taking a few days off to celebrate with loved ones. We’ll be back soon!
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. ~ Dale Carnegie, American writer, lecturer, and more.
Shivering beneath this coat of snow
Snow that unexpectedly trickled down
Down to the ground below
Below ground, my root system sleeps
Sleeps while Winter whitens the landscape
Landscape that one day will become green
Green when Spring comes back again
Again my red blooms will brighten the yard
Yard that needs something so brilliant
Brilliant, isn’t it, how cyclical Nature is!
Note: This poetry form is called Chain Verse.
He that waits upon Fortune, is never sure of a Dinner. ~Benjamin Franklin, American statesman, inventor, writer, etc.
I Monkey here. Before Fall turns into Winter, I want to take you on a squirrel hunt.
What? You’ve never been on a squirrel hunt?
People, that’s crazy! Come with me, and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing!
Suited up and ready to go!
The leaves, a few weeks ago so green and shiny and sparkling in the sunlight, have turned to yellow, gold, red and brown for the touch of autumn is a magic touch and autumn is in the air. ~Raymond Carlson, “Arizona Highways” magazine
Before Autumn can slip away entirely, I set out to capture some of its beauty. I hope you enjoy these photos as much as I enjoyed snapping them!
Musings by an ND Domer's Mom 