Showing posts with label wonderment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wonderment. Show all posts
Monday, March 23, 2015
Thursday, October 02, 2014
The Space between Summer and Autumn
The small space between the last days of summer and Autumn have
inspired me to linger longer when I'm outside doing chores.
Feeling the last warm days and smelling the dry leafy air as I hang laundry
on the clothesline, I can hear crickets in the grass and a Bluejay call overhead.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Late summer and Monarch Butterflies
"The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn",
Robert Frost
From the egg laid on the leaf of a milk weed, to a tiny larvae, to an adult caterpillar. The exciting stages of a Monarch butterfly.
The Monarch butterfly used to be abundant but now their numbers are declining.
This summer I learned how to help increase their chances of survival by hand raising.
Because the small egg is vulnerable at this stage it is easy to help
ensure survival by bringing the plant with the egg into a protected area and raise the small larvae to a full grown caterpillar. When the caterpillar reaches maturity it forms a perfect jade green capsule..a chrysalis....a perfect container for the miracle that happens next.
Now the chrysalis is formed and begins to transform the body of the
caterpillar to a butterfly.
Here she is, an exquisite female.
Butterfly letting go.
A drawing in honor of these beautiful silent creatures.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Late July
Blackberry lilies with Misha painting in background.
When the bloom has faded, it coils up like a spring, later, the plant
produces it's seeds which resemble blackberries.

summertime images.
I'm spending more time in the garden now, for
the wheel is turning and I can already feel the cooler times ahead.
Borage, Pansies and Bumblebees are part of the rhythm of the day.
The light is changing and colors are softer.
"this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night's outer wing
strong silent greens silently lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow."
e.e. cummings This Is The Garden
produces it's seeds which resemble blackberries.

I'm spending more time in the garden now, for
the wheel is turning and I can already feel the cooler times ahead.
Borage, Pansies and Bumblebees are part of the rhythm of the day.
The light is changing and colors are softer.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Painting on Tin
Small painting on tin, completed today.
That moment when the creature is still and lets you behold her beauty.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
Tuesday, June 03, 2014
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
February Twilight
I stood beside a hill
Smooth with new-laid snow,
A single star looked out
From the cold evening glow.
There was no other creature
That saw what I could see--
I stood and watched the evening star
As long as it watched me.
Sara Teasdale
A very long and very cold winter has a firm grip on us.
No, I have not wished it away…. I know that soon enough the
Winter of 2014 will be but a memory.
I dress warm when it's cold and drink hot soup.
I look long at the shadows on snow
and listen to the quiet.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Monday, January 06, 2014
Northern Illinois gets polar vortex.
We are experiencing unusually cold temps today. Colder than Siberia!
Some Arctic air will come down to visit us for maybe two days. The wind chill could be -40 degrees below zero.
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