Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Into pockets

While preparing my winter coat for airing outside in the sun,  I came across a note
in a pocket that I'd long since forgotten was there.


A curious thing this finding of things in pockets.
A corduroy field jacket might hold acorns and hickory nuts in it's pockets,

 some small bits of plants and flowers to identify later.

A long black coat might have in its pockets a kleenex or two, perhaps a program of some event, mint wrappers and a few quarters.

Each pocket a bit of history, a moment in time. 

Where we were,

what we were doing 

 all told in the pockets 

where we put

 pieces of ourselves.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

From my sketchbook


Sunday, August 08, 2010

There were fistfulls of wrens hatched and reared  in the back garden this spring.
First appearing in May through mid summer they have now gone their separate ways.
John Burroughs describes them " A tiny dynamo of bird energy. The wren is habitually in an ecstasy either delight or of rage."



I miss hearing them sing, and scold when I get too near.

The goldfinches have now come to keep me company. They do not scold, only laugh their heh hee hee hee song and hang on the sunflowers.