For two reasons:
Tuesday, May 25, 2021
For two reasons:
Monday, May 24, 2021
I've been writing a lot of poetry this year. Apparently, once I stopped writing articles and columns, a vein of creative writing opened up. Interesting... and enjoyable.
It means that every ponder, every phrase, every word has the potential to form a poem. Like the following, formed just as the dog and I were a couple of hundred metres from home at the end of our walk this morning.
It started with a title -- In Praise of Bumblebees -- followed by the first line -- Dear Bumble --
By the time I fed the pets and sat down with my first cup of coffee, the poem's opening lines had wandered off but I just started writing. Normally, my poetry is spiritual, and serious, so it was nice to write something fun.
I don't have a photo of a bumblebee at a dandelion but this photo of mine, of the fireweed in late August, shows the bumblebee in flight which is very cool.
dear large body
dear small wings
how you lift
what looks bulky and cumbersome
with those papyrean wings
paper and weight
a sense of divine purpose
that levitates you and propels you
into the flowering world
even though that flight
king of the dandelions
fuzzy lion of all the flying insects
are the great agricultural pollinator
the one who gives us
tomatoes and peppers
blueberries and strawberries
dear flying mystery masterpiece
for the miracle of
Saturday, May 22, 2021
Absolutely nothing makes me happier than a rainy day. Yesterday's sunshine had me twitching to plant gardens, but I know better -- our clay ground is still too cold -- yet the whole time I was inside working, I felt guilty that I wasn't outside planting.
Rain is much easier. Only one option with rain. Stay inside and write and read!
I must say, however, about gardening that moving the greenhouse, pictured to the right of the chicken coop, remains the best thing we ever did -- at least in the last ten years. Digging the pond, which you get just get a hint of at the top of the picture, is a close second, especially when the Canada geese hatch out their goslings.
I'm in and out of the greenhouse now at least twice a day. I'm hardening off the annuals I bought, and talking to the perennials I'm waiting to plant - Lily of the Valley! First time ever. Why do I bother to say, "No more gardens!" There always seems to be a spot that needs plants and flowers, and I'm happy to oblige.
The greenhouse is a very relaxing space, even as crowded as it is with shelving and bags of soil and planters waiting to be fill. And reams of chicken wire used to keep the chickens out of the gardens! They can scratch a garden bed to death, let me tell you. The greenhouse is warm and quiet and, I don't know why, but soothing. It's just a space, but at the edge of the field, and filled with plants and gardeny things, it feels like a little house of hope of possibilities.
Let's hope the two sunflower seedlings I dug up from the garden under Mother's balcony feel the same way, and keep growing.
Monday, May 03, 2021
Saturday, May 01, 2021
|Photo courtesy of Shaun Whalen - thanks, Shaun!|