Sunday, June 27, 2010

Worry,worry, toil and trouble

I finally know what my New Years Resolution is, so Ok I'm a bit slow, remember I am using dial up.
And that is to worry less.
Worry is borrowing trouble. Thinking about the future is planning.
Exempla gregia
"I am out of chocolate milk, now what else do I need to buy."=planning
" I am out of chocolate milk, what if an airplane falls on me while I am driving to the store."=worry

Worry is work, and planning is good management of time. I have the answer to everything, OK, I made that up.
Now to put this into action

In life, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you die, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.

And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends
You won’t have time to worry
- olde Irish saying

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Honey of a June Moon

Dyad moon. Lover's Moon, Strong Sun Moon, Honey Moon, Strawberry Moon and Rose Moon are some of the names the Full moon of June is known by.
A moon that has been visible in the afternoon sky for much of the month, a subtle and beautiful sight.

Honey moon. curiously, refers to actual honey, some saying that the moon is the color of honey because of the hazy humid nights, and some relating it to the harvest of wildflower and buckwheat honey.
To a gardener like myself, I would prefer it be called the Weedy Moon, as they seem to be doing very well at this time of year.

There was a partial eclipse last night, and I set my alarm only to see the moon slide down below the tree tops before i could see any real sign of the eclipse.

Tonight the sky is overcast, perhaps there will be a brief clearing, if not I still know that the full moon of June is serenely gazing down on me.

-eclipse photo by Jared Aicher

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Frost on forgotten roses

It has been awhile since I posted, sometimes I have nothing to post about.
And sometime that doesn't stop me from posting.

Asking For Roses
by Robert Frost

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.

'A word with you, that of the singer recalling--
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'

We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Hidebehinder

I had a cyber conversation the other day about walking in the woods.
In fact I have had several such conversations lately, some started by the pictures I post here, most taken on my amblings, I feel very much at home in the woods, usually.

Time spent wandering the open fields and walking through the woods are like time spent in meditation to me, time slowed down, time as it was long before I ever walked this earth and time as it will be after I am no longer even be a memory. But before, I wax too poetic, the real
subject of this post is the creepy feeling your get, that you are being watched feeling, you know the one. You look around and there is nothing, you listen intently and there is no twig snap or foot fall, but you KNOW there is something watching you. You saw something, just a the smallest movement out of the corner of your eye. it was a leaf trembling, right? But it has left you trembling.

Rarely, do I have this experience, but I did the day I took these pictures. Perhaps there was something watching me, something more than the mosquitoes. I paused several times to listen, there are bear and coyote in the woods. neither of which I want to meet up with.
It was then I realized I was being pursued by The Hidebehinder, it is said by some to resemble a deer, but it has unusually long legs and can climb trees and pull your hair. Apparently it taunts its victim to death and then devours then, if you ignore it, it will slink off and pout.

Now no one has ever seen this creature, it is very good at staying hidden, but they know it is the reason loggers would disappear into the woods forever, the reason wandering children were never seen again. Curiously this critter is driven off by the smell of alcoholic beverages. It's big, its small, it is bloodthirsty, it is shy, but it won't steal your Jack Daniels.

Friday, June 4, 2010

I talk alot

More than 100 posts, i I mean i know i like to talk and have at least two opinions on every topic, but have amazed even myself.
Think this calls for some sort of celebration.
Actually i think most things call for a celebration.
cuppycake courtesy of Miss Caladonia

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

important to me

The potatoes are planted, the ones that had been growing in a paper grocery bag kept under the sink all winter.
And the tomato plants are planted thanks to my sons help, I like to plant my plants before a thunderstorm, I don't know why, but I think they grow better. Usually I plant 48 plants, but this year do to someones, not mine for a change, poor math skill I ended up with 72 plants.
Hopefully there will be green and wax beans, spaghetti squash and zucchini, kohlrabi and cucumbers. and of course, a small but very sincere pumpkin patch for the Great pumpkin to rise out of.

While planting i cut my hand, not a serious cut, but as I cleaned it and put a bandage on it, had to smile thinking back to the time I had helped my Dad plant his garden, Ok may-be help is too strong a word.
One year I patiently picked all of the spilled peas off the top of a barrel, I'm not sure what I got cut on but something, I showed my Dad the wound and he took out his handkerchief and after folding it. he tied it around my hand. It was quite the bandage, I am sure it made my tiny cut look huge and serious, and important.

Silent Sunday with animals