Cimicifuga
still in bloom - even though the
calendar says mid-November.
It's startlingly sweet fragrance
commands attention.
When the breeze is just so . . .
neighbors walk over into our
garden to
seek out what
smells that way.
Baneberry's reddish stalks,
adorned with white eyes and
tiny black pupils,
appear to be on the search for
their former neighbors -
recently frost-bitten.
Plants with ever-new potential -
but, at least for now,
calmly await
the white flakes of winter.
Sunday, November 12, 2017
Sunday, November 5, 2017
The Gift of An Hour
The shift from daylight time to standard time in these waning
days of Autumn, gives us the gift of an additional hour.
And how might you use your gift ?
You could take a nice long afternoon nap.
You could bake a large batch of chocolate chip cookies
and while still warm, share some with a neighbor.
You could offer to rake the leaves from a
neighbor's front lawn.
You could connect with a friend and say
how much the person means to you.
You could greet people whom you don't know
. . . with a smile.
You could engage in acts of kindness and hold doors
open for others or relinquish your place in line
for someone.
You could make a steaming hot cup of cocoa and
sit by a window.
You could take someone dear to you -
out for lunch or dinner.
You could begin reading that new book you
haven't found time for.
You could even write a poem - or two !
days of Autumn, gives us the gift of an additional hour.
And how might you use your gift ?
You could take a nice long afternoon nap.
You could bake a large batch of chocolate chip cookies
and while still warm, share some with a neighbor.
You could offer to rake the leaves from a
neighbor's front lawn.
You could connect with a friend and say
how much the person means to you.
You could greet people whom you don't know
. . . with a smile.
You could engage in acts of kindness and hold doors
open for others or relinquish your place in line
for someone.
You could make a steaming hot cup of cocoa and
sit by a window.
You could take someone dear to you -
out for lunch or dinner.
You could begin reading that new book you
haven't found time for.
You could even write a poem - or two !
S O S A D
Can't forget 19 days of
totally grey, overcast sky.
Curiosity won over waiting
but only at first.
How long can this go on?
Is this what SAD* is
all about?
Is the world
broken?
It wasn't that there wasn't a
total absence of blue.
Once in a while, a jay would
wildly fleet through,
stopping only to
harass a few winter creatures
that frequent our back garden.
All of a sudden, following the
456 hours of grey-
the sky parted
just a bit to
show blue.
Only to swiftly shrink away and
close up.
Not until
nearby neighbors
rushed into the street - pointing
away from the earth.
I joined them.
Together, we surmised whether or
where blue would be
seen again.
I wished it would return.
Wherever it went
I will surely wish
to follow.
Is it too much to have hope it
would linger until
the Killdeer
call again?
*Seasonal Affective Disorder
totally grey, overcast sky.
Curiosity won over waiting
but only at first.
How long can this go on?
Is this what SAD* is
all about?
Is the world
broken?
It wasn't that there wasn't a
total absence of blue.
Once in a while, a jay would
wildly fleet through,
stopping only to
harass a few winter creatures
that frequent our back garden.
All of a sudden, following the
456 hours of grey-
the sky parted
just a bit to
show blue.
Only to swiftly shrink away and
close up.
Not until
nearby neighbors
rushed into the street - pointing
away from the earth.
I joined them.
Together, we surmised whether or
where blue would be
seen again.
I wished it would return.
Wherever it went
I will surely wish
to follow.
Is it too much to have hope it
would linger until
the Killdeer
call again?
*Seasonal Affective Disorder
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Too Short
I still find each day too short for
all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take, all
the books I want to read, and all
the friends I want to see. The
longer I live, the more my mind
dwells upon the beauty and the
wonder of the world.
-John Burroughs
all the thoughts I want to think,
all the walks I want to take, all
the books I want to read, and all
the friends I want to see. The
longer I live, the more my mind
dwells upon the beauty and the
wonder of the world.
-John Burroughs
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