Tag: Wonder
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Green Burgundy Stink Bug
Up close and personal with a green burgundy stink bug (Banasa dimidiata) to observe and celebrate a singularly stunning coloration.
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Hummingbird Haiku
Perhaps hummingbirds offer us a fleeting reminder to welcome the wisdom of wonder? To wander wider? To pursue a nonlinear path, to be unimpeded by obstacles, to bound between ambrosial blossoms?
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Wild and Free
Sometimes life rhymes. And sometimes were fortunate to hear the “singing underneath“. Whence this siren song to live wild and free?
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Wisdom & Wonder
Connecting the last two posts, to the extent that they overlap, we wander into wonder. A familiar space for me. Tracks in snow. Memories of cross-country ski adventures. Traces of footprints in sand. Wandering between wisdom and wonder. Sometimes blurring the boundaries. Sometimes mistaking one for the other. Briefly. For a while. Then reminding myself.…
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Sacred Exchanges
I awoke this morning thinking about Danusha Laméris’s poem, “Small Kindnesses”, and Rosslyn. Two discrete points of reference mingling, as if in conversation. Two planets passing, briefly eclipsing, a gravitational closeness, a tender but fleeting affinity, an ephemeral communion. The echo of a question in Laméris’s lines lingers. Like a hint, a glimmer of affirmation.…
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Leisure Time: Top 5
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time? Work and leisure are less clearly delineated for me than I suspect they are for others. Less binary, more overlapping. Sure, there have been plenty of unleisurely stretches of work throughout my life, but the sense of accomplishment and discipline and investment transcends this overly…
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Awaiting Apples
Pam has been thinning the apple trees, bucket after bucket. Some for the horse that draws the Amish gardeners’ buggy, some for Tony’s pigs, some for the compost, but none — so far, at least — for Carley. Poor girl. And so she pauses in the orchard, taking a brief break from ball chasing to…
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Hammocking
A day-ender, after builders and painter have headed home, before sundown but feeling the first flush of a refreshing temperature drop, talking, debriefing the day, Carley stretched in the shady grass almost asleep, hammocking… For the third season in a row we’ve enjoyed group hammocking among the still adolescent stand of maple trees growing between…
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Rosy Maple Moth
Several Rosy Maple Moth (Dryocampa rubicunda) specimens have visited Rosslyn in recent days, all gathering on the exterior of the mudroom door. Some years we see none; others we see many. Because the pre-metamorphosis Rosy Maple Moth larvae (aka greenstriped mapleworms) feed on maple and oak foliage, I suspect their population expansion and contraction corresponds…
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The Past Lives On
The past lives on in art and memory, but it is not static: it shifts and changes as the present throws its shadow backwards. — Margaret Drabble I return today to a recurring theme, a preoccupation perhaps, that wends its way through my Rosslyn ruminations and my collections of photographs and artifacts. While the past…
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Vernal Equinox: Barred Owl Sighting
Welcome to spring! It’s currently 43° at Rosslyn, on target to hit 46° shortly. Sun is out. Snow is melting. Bulbs are bursting. So many remarkable signs and suggestions that the vernal equinox may indeed have marked the transition from winter to spring (daffodils and daylilies perking up, an auspicious sunset cloud formation, a handsome…
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Searching for Poetry
Searching for poetry, questing for questions that need no answers to matter and guide and enrich. This might be my epitaph. Some day. But not yet. I hope. Today, the vernal equinox, I awoke at 4:00 AM, eager to start cooking a wild boar roast I had thawed. Actually it wasn’t the roast that caffeinated…