Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Moon of Dreams

Full Pink Moon – April This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.--The Farmers Almanac

This full moon is also called the Seed moon, and the Venus Moon, it is the time of year when crops sprout and fruit trees are in bloom. The birds are singing each morning, trying to find a mate and the fat yellow bumble bees are visiting each flower. The creative is awakening in all of us, as one writer put it, "each spring the sap rises and folks everywhere take on vast projects with half-vast ideas." Even so it is a good time to make a list of the things that need doing.

Perhaps we could call it the moon of dreams, the moon of sweet dreams.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Earth Day

Everyday should be Earth Day, 'cause this is the only place we have to live.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I woke to frost covered landscape this morning. Even though I had slept in, slept in almost an hour, it was still frosty. Several cups of hot coffee and a few slices of homemade apple bread later, the laundry was done and expecting the cold air to shock me awake I stepped out into the pleasantly brisk morning, and as I admired the lingering forsythia, the vibrant quince blossom and beyond them the greening of the woodlot, I heard a woodpecker, rapping away furiously.
These words came back to me
"Oh, the woodpecker pecked him a little round whole.
And he pecked him a hole in a telephone pole."

So I Googled it, and this is what I found.

Woodpeckers and poetry seem meant for one another. Kentucky poet and novelist Elizabeth Madox Roberts, who wrote wonderful nature poems, composed the following gem circa 1922.
The Woodpecker

The woodpecker pecked out a little round hole
And made him a house in the telephone pole.

One day when I watched he poked out his head,
And he had on a hood and a collar of red.

When the streams of rain pour out of the sky,
And the sparkles of lightning go flashing by,

And the big, big wheels of thunder roll,
He can snuggle back in the telephone pole.
by Elizabeth Madox Roberts

Thursday, April 15, 2010

the wonderfullness of spring

I worked outside most of today and after I got all of my tasks done, I thought I would close my eyes for 10 or 15 min, well it was more like and hour and I woke up shivering. Hurriedly I built a fire and made some blackberry teas, now it is me and my tired bones, in a quiet and cozy house dreaming gardening dreams.
Spring is refreshing to the soul for sure! not just the body. I dream of huge pumpkins, glorious tomatoes and bushes dripping with blueberries. My experience tells me that the weather might have other ideas, and the local dear have signs directing them to their "all you can eat salad bar" that is really my garden. But why should I stop dreaming, at least why on a day like this has been.
Spading away, listening to the birds sing and watching the beautiful patterns of clouds. Occasionally I find a shard of glass or china, I wonder why since I know this has been a garden since the house was built. Were they lost cups and saucers, there forgotten by another caffeine achiever, like my self. I have found other things as well, but not so often now after 25 plus years of spading.
Spring is and uplifting season....ah I am uplifted, lifted by the clear blue sky, by not needing to wear winter clothes, by the birds singing and the breeze through the budding branches,
and whilst I am out there lifting up spades of earth.
there were bees on the periwinkles vines...now that is the wonderfulness of springtime.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

trailing arbutus

I knew daisys and buttercups, roses and Queen Ann's lace, the pretty pink blooms of the milkweed, the intensely fragrant honeysuckle, mountain laurel and the blossoms of may apple and leeks, and the then much taller tan me goldenrod, and shooting stars.
All of these grew near my home, I wandered around the hills, looking for what ever I could find, a neat looking stone, and interesting piece of junk, once found some clam shells, and occasionally
a clay or even better a glass marble.

One day I found this, tiny delicate flower, with an ethereal fragrance. I picked some and took it to my neighbor, Bette, I thought she knew everything about flowers, and may-be she did.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

a reason for photos, like I need one

There is nothing unusual about snow and or ice pellets in April.
Snow is not unheard of even in May.

So this was jsut a reason to ke a few picture.
of icy lupines
and frosted gerainiums
The first snow of the season may be beautiful, but the last snow is gorgeous'

Sunday, April 4, 2010

The Easter Beagle

With all of this beautiful weather the and the trees and flowers in bud and even flower, this day is what Easter should look like. Easter isn't often a perfect spring day here in the woods.

Coffee and a Cadbury egg, the perfect breakfast on this Easter morning. For this year at least there are no littleguys running around hunting for eggs and toys. I loved to hide the eggs and much as I loved watching them being found. Love to watch the Easter Beagle, Snoopy is my role model. I want to dance with the birds out on the lawn and feel the Blessed sunshine of this glorious Easter Day, I want to welcome the world back from it's long winter nap.

So let today be about the joy and fun of shedding winter coats and dancing in the sun. Of Easters long past and Easters yet to come.
I want to fly my kite and join Snoopy in his welcome to Spring.

Goodmorning, World!!! Coffee and a Cadbury egg????

Thursday, April 1, 2010


Laughter, don't think about it just DO IT!

Laughter No Joke To Scientists -- It's Serious

Laughing Is Primal, Social

POSTED: 1:33 pm EDT March 31, 2010
UPDATED: 3:18 pm EDT March 31, 2010

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So a scientist walks into a shopping mall to watch people laugh. There's no punchline. Laughter is a serious scientific subject, one that researchers are still trying to figure out. Laughing is primal, our first way of communicating. Apes laugh. So do dogs and rats. Babies laugh long before they speak. No one teaches you how to laugh. You just do. And often you laugh involuntarily, in a specific rhythm and in certain spots in conversation. You may laugh at a prank on April Fools' Day. But surprisingly, only 10 to 15 percent of laughter is the result of someone making a joke, said Baltimore neuroscientist Robert Provine, who has studied laughter for decades. Laughter is mostly about social responses rather than reaction to a joke. "Laughter above all else is a social thing," Provine said. "The requirement for laughter is another person." Over the years, Provine, a professor with the University of Maryland Baltimore County, has boiled laughter down to its basics. "All language groups laugh 'ha-ha-ha' basically the same way," he said. "Whether you speak Mandarin, French or English, everyone will understand laughter. ... There's a pattern generator in our brain that produces this sound." Each "ha" is about one-15th of a second, repeated every fifth of a second, he said. Laugh faster or slower than that and it sounds more like panting or something else. Deaf people laugh without hearing, and people on cell phones laugh without seeing, illustrating that laughter isn't dependent on a single sense but on social interactions, said Provine, author of the book "Laughter: A Scientific Investigation." "It's joy, it's positive engagement with life," said Jaak Panksepp, a Bowling Green University psychology professor. "It's deeply social." And it's not just a people thing either. Chimps tickle each other and even laugh when another chimp pretends to tickle them. "That's my candidate for the most ancient joke," Provine said. "It's a feigned tickle. That's primal humor." Panksepp studies rats that laugh when he tickles them. Sound silly? It's on YouTube and in scientific journals, a funny pairing of proofs when you think about. It turns out rats love to be tickled. They return again and again to the hands of researchers tickling them, Panksepp's video shows. By studying rats, Panksepp and other scientists can figure out what's going on in the brain during laughter. And it holds promise for human ills. Northwestern University biomedical engineering professor Jeffrey Burgdorf has found that laughter in rats produces an insulin-like growth factor chemical that acts as an antidepressant and anxiety-reducer. He thinks the same thing probably happens in humans, too. This would give doctors a new chemical target in the brain in their effort to develop drugs that fight depression and anxiety in people. Even so, laughter itself hasn't been proven to be the best medicine, experts said. Dr. Margaret Stuber, a psychiatry professor at University of California Los Angeles Medical School, studied whether laughter helped patients. She found that distraction and mood improvement helped, but she could not find a benefit for laughter alone. "No study has shown that laughter produces a direct health benefit," Provine said, largely because it's hard to separate laughter from just good feelings. But he thinks it doesn't really matter: "Isn't the fact that laughter feels good when you do it, isn't that enough?" While studying laughter is serious work to researchers, it apparently sounds like a silly topic when they're seeking research grants. For that reason, Northwestern's Burgdorf avoids the word "laughter." He calls it "positive emotional response." Panksepp understands, saying: "There's no funding in fun research." Additional Resources:

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