Thursday, May 31, 2012

knew i liked frogs for a reason

`~~unknown photographer

Imagine my surprise when I learned that frogs were a symbol of transformation.   Fertility, creativity, luck and intuition traits associated with the frog, as is forward thinking.

The metamorphosis from egg to tadpole to frog, is probably where the idea come from, also the change from water dweller to mostly land dweller. 

I has been suggested that the kiss that turns the frog into a prince and the witch that turns the annoyance into a frog, may also play some part in this.

I wonder what my favorite philosopher. Kermit would say about that.

Monday, May 28, 2012

"though poppies grow"

There was a man and a very young boy sitting at a card table in front of the grocery store. the young boy was drawing pictures, and obviously having a good time talking to the people who stopped  for  a Buddy Poppy.  This year along with the poppy I got a folder explaining its origins with it.

 I always loved it when my Dad took me to town and I would get a poppy.  I knew they had something to do with soldiers who died, but not much else.  One year he attached one to the visor in his car, and a family tradition was started.  I have a small bouquet of them in my car, attached to the sun visor. some are very faded, and have held that place of honor in more that one of my vehicles. I try to get a poppy every year.  I have  a lot of them.

The poem was written in 1915 at the second battle of Ypres, where 10,000 Allied soldier died.
"LTC.John McCrea was serving as a doctor in the Canadian Army.  He saw so many dead and so many wounded, witnessed unimaginable terror in those 17 days. he sat in the back of an ambulance, and took 20 minutes out of his precious downtime to scribble the poem out. From where he sat he could see wild red poppies growing out of a ditch. The poem was an exact deception of the scene in front of him."

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn,saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with he foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

"The poem was published on December 8th 1915 and with the red poppies has become an icon of remembering the war dead world-wide.  The poppy soon was adopted as the official memorial flower of the Veterans of Foreign Wars of the United States and was designated the "Buddy Poppy" in 1924.".

Saturday, May 26, 2012

"officially" summer?

~~~~~Vintage photo with the note Stokes Pogis
Churchyard ... July 1930

Decoration Day, as Memorial Day was often referred to back then, was a name that always confused me when I was a kid.  Because when people said decoration, I thought Christmas.  Every small town had a parade or some sort of Memorial Service, ice cream socials, putting small US flags in the folders that were so thickly coated with paint that on a warm day the flags would stick fast, having  to water flats of smelly petunias and marigold that would be  for the graves of relatives, .
Going to the spooky old graveyards with my parents and my neighbors to put those flowers  on the graves and sometime having to go back to cover and uncover those flowers, just in case there was a frost.  There were the Buddy Poppies sold by the Veterans of Foreign Wars, my Dad had served in WWII,  so always had to have one .  But in my youthful mind there was still a bigger prize, in a few days, school would be out.

Monday, May 21, 2012

me and tilly were chasing frogs

Tilly , my trusty rototiller, and I were grinding up the dry dusty clumps of soil in my garden, a multitude of little frogs were hopping everywhere.  We paused to chase them away, even scooping some of them up and carrying them to safety.  Meanwhile far, far away, there was an eclipse that thanks to the nice folks at "Earth Sky", those of use who don't live anywhere near it's path can still see what we missed. and we missed a lot.  Standing out there under the blazing Pennsylvania sun,one doesn't often get to say that,  I really was thinking more about a glass of ice water than the eclipse.
 Ellis, Kansas
 Odessa, Texas
but now a day later looking out the window at the rain, i can't think of much else. 

 Phoenix, Arizona

 Tokyo, Japan

I am in awe, and very grateful for the technology that brings these photos to me, that beings me glimpse of things I would never get to see otherwise.  Not all of the images are easy to look at. Some are easy to get lost in.   Puzzling, beautiful, artful rare, common and comical, they add to my life. They make it richer.  

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Bad, naughty, mean, unfair, dirty, nogoodnik eclipse!!!!

I am really in a foul mood! Why? you might ask. Because I can't see the eclipse!!!  Well of course I can see pictures of it, and I have seen eclipses before, the one in 1994 being particularly memorable.  At least in part  because of the unearthly root beer color of the cloudy sky. 'Twas truly cool beans.   And to my shock none of my co-worker knew that there was an eclipse that day.  The advent of the social media has taken us far.

But since I feel the need to take this entirely too personally, and I do know the Universe is not against me, it just doesn't feel that way at the moment, I want to share the poem that one of my favorite quotes comes from before I go back to sulking.

"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."

The Old Astronomer to His Pupil

Tycho Brahe
Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, 'tis original and true,
And the obliquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.
But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men's fellowship and smiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles
You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant's fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
Sarah Williams

Friday, May 18, 2012

"but nature more

photo by Dancing Tree Spirits
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods.
There is a rapture on the lonely shores.
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar.
I love not man less, but nature more. ~Lord Byron~

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Mother Earth on Being a Mom

                                                                       ~Selena Fox

happy mothers day!

Some 30 years ago, for Mother's day,  my gift was a freshly tilled  patch of earth.  I can remember my excitement, my naive excitement.  at having my own garden.   I Still get that excitement  when i look out over my freshly tilled garden. 
Through good years and bad, I was hooked, my son had his own  little play areas which still occasionally  will yield a plastic horse or dinosaur. 
The time I spend there is prayer, education, and communion for me, the garden and the Mother Earth have taught me  patience and courage and the value of staying the course.   The value of strength of mind and body and the value of tenderness and watching over, the value of knowing when you can only sit and watch, and hope, the value of each new day being a chance to start again, were learned in the garden.
That joy is found in little things and in learning things.  A moment of savoring is priceless, and a jack-o-lanterns smile lights up not only the night,but the heart, the fragrance of preserved strawberries will momentarily at least banish snow, it also taught me.
Out standing in my field is where I learned to love the deep meaning of the changing seasons, reverence for the past and anticipation of the future.

  • Mother Earth lives on the ocean,
  • Mother Earth sails on the sea.
  • I am blessed with her devotion,
  • Mother Earth provides for me.

  • When the grasslands crave for water,
  • And the harvest needs sunlight.
  • These are times when I am helpless,
  • Mother Earth makes all things right.

  • Green trees grow on the mountain top,
  • Birds still sing when the morning comes,
  • Though I treat her carelessly,
  • Mother Earth still cares for me.

  • I am going on a journey,
  •  and I pray all things end well.
  • When Mother Earth looks after me,
  • I will follow faithfully.

~~authors name unknown to me

~~author unknown to me, but  not the meaning

Saturday, May 12, 2012

just stopped by

I don't know how many times i have passed this these interesting buildings, they are what remains of the plant that provided the power to operate several oil or gas wells.  over time I have watched and photographed its decline. 

The encroaching marsh and  trees were swallowing up the fragile structures, rust was sculpting them, and at the same time weakening them., before the leaves were fully out and the tall grass and rushes surrounded them making them hard to see, and harder still to photograph, I pulled over to the side of the road and began snapping pictures. 

Before the leaves and rushes hid them from view again.

And the works of nature and man entwined.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Ivy and Buckwheat bread

"I can do this," she muttered to herself as she limped from one end of the kitchen to the other. "I have a sprained ankle, not a broken back. Why did i say that?  Now my back hurts." She picked up two well worn notebooks and and plopped them onto the table, getting comfortable she began to turn the pages, it had been so long since she had looked at these recipes. The recipes she had saved so carefully, thinking back to the winter after her youngest had moved out when she went through the tons of recipes she had saves and put the very best ones into these left over notebooks from his High School Days.  that winter was as cold and snowy and this one was warm and rainy. Each recipe had a memory attached, a holiday or a  birthday,  a family reunion, and in later years a bake sale for school or scout fundraiser. Some she knew from memory, a record of her married life, and some she all but forgotten, and a few that were never even tried.

Ivy quickly found the recipe for Buckwheat Bread, she made it for most occasions that took place in the spring. The well loved and well used recipie came from her childhood neighbor,a woman most of the children feared, but not Ivy, not after she got to know her anyway."Best with buckwheat honey." Mrs Berkey would say.  Ivy fancied she could still smell the rich fragrance of butter, buckwheat and raisins baking  drifting out of Mrs Berkey's kitchen window. a kitchen window lined with tiny plants growing in egg shells, for Mrs. Berkey was a gardener. As far as Ivy knew she had no children, and after her husband died, Minna opened a nursery in her back yard. And one sunny and warm late fall day the Postman found her, she was 97, her trowel still in her hand, he said she had the most contented and peaceful smile on her face.

"Someday the memories just come flooding back, eh Mr, Chips? I wonder where Skye is today?" Ivy opened the newspaper. "Mr Chips, there's no school today! so there's no Skye either, just as well, my ankle hurts."  "I think I'll take the day off."  Ivy settled into her favorite chair and turned on the TV she was fast asleep in in minutes, she slept peacefully drifting, and sifting through her thoughts and memories, then she was jolted awake by the telephone, but before Ivy could get there it stopped ringing. "If it's important they'll call back. right Mr. Chips ?" 

Ivy had  been taking down almost all of the family photos that she had set out after Will's death. They were at first a comfort.  Then the photos became something to dust and keep straightened, just to keep herself busy, Ivy was not one to do extra housework. In time they became reminders of bitter sweetness of life, and Ivy began to taking them down, she wasn't sure why, but taking them down made her feel free. 
One of those that remained was a picture of her mother, and the house in Beans Cove, where she grew up.  Surrounded. Ivy fancied, every Sunday; by many, many relatives picnicking on the veranda and horsing around on the lawn. It was a story that suited the photo, whether it was true or not she didn't really know. Thinking up stories about the faded photo, imagining who the people were and what they were doing, was something Ivy enjoyed doing. Ivy settled back into her chair, her eyes fixed on the photos in the frame and her thoughts fixed on everything and nothing.  There were lilacs behind the house, and some rambling rosebushes, a vegetable garden, and inside lots of frilly curtains, also ivy recalled the parlor with its very pretty furniture, just the right place for a tea party with your dollies, only Grandma wasn't so sure about that.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the telephone, "Damned thing!"
~~Diamond Sunstar
Ivy shuffled over and mustering her  most polite voice said "Hello".  "Hi Mom," the voice on the other end said, " what time do you want us to pick you up for dinner on Sunday?" There was a long pause, and then "Mom, did you forget it's Mothers Day?" "Not really, I was just thinking that I will go to Beans Cove instead." she said "All by myself."  

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Friday, May 4, 2012

The perigee moon of May

Mays, full moon is known as the Milk Moon, or the Planting Moon, Flower Moon and many other names, this year it is also the one that will be closest in it orbit to earth, and a  mere 221,802 miles away at the exact time of perigee differs by about an hour from the exact time of full moon( May 5 at 10:35 CDT}....but who's counting. On May 19th, the moon will be in apogee or farthest  away from the earth in it's orbit at 252,555 miles.

Some would have you believe that this nearness was the reason for the March 19th 2011 quake in Japan, but if that were the case , we would have a major earth quake  about every 14th full moons, because that is how often a full moon is in perigee to the earth.
We can't call it the Earthquake Moon, or blame earthquakes on it. It does however  make the tides higher and lower, so much so that it can make coastal flooding from a storm worse. It can also make it a mudlarkers' or a beachcomber's dream.

last night I watched the moon rise above the greening tree tops, and it was still daylight.  the man in  the moon seemed to be a sweet, seductive smile,  like he too is anticipating the delights of summer.
Like he too is recalling the memories of the youthful stirrings of love and lust.  Musing about all of the lovers he has looked down on , as they looked back at him and dreamed of their futures. 
And all of the people who gathered around Beltane bonfires, in celebrations of the coming abundance of summer, even if they knew if might not happen.  The man in the moon knows our secrets, and our dreams.

Looking out the window at the faint glow of the waxing moon through the clouds, the glow of a Dreaming  Moon.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

National Prayer Day

Let us unite in prayer.
Faith shouldn't divide people it should bring them together.

Silent sunday~~~the way it was