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Sun stands, turns Persephone yearns – we chill Vesta slakes dim embers, kindles fresh Holly yields to Oak Rhiannon ambles the dreamscapes: A pax on all our houses
The phoenix hope can wing her way through the desert skies and still defying fortune’s spite revive from ashes and rise. ~ Cervantes […]
Keep calm and carry on…
A box without hinges, key, or lid, Yet golden treasure within is hid.
Forasmuch as all passeth, so ariseth all anew Be of humours mild and hope […] With winter relatively benign and safely (?) passed, the curtain rises on an at last-full pond and a typically atypical New England spring, revealing both broad and intimate vistas of calm and content: Mute swan With temperatures departing in both directions from a notional norm, wind-pumping and variable water level (but not, […] A man in the wilderness asked of me: “How many strawberries grow in the sea?”
I answered him, as it seemed good: “As many as red herrings swim in the wood.” […]
We arrive at the bottom of winter…
Crabapple en gelee
The shortest day of any northern year is, of course, the winter solstice. But modern society values efficiency over adherence to natural rhythm, and we have separated ourselves from solar time in favor of the normalized hyperfine tick of […]
The dream of reason …in manus tuas…
Tranquil in day that defines at home with growth and form
Weightless in night that re-knits sojourning silent mists and stars
darkness scintillant So as ground shifts and seasons slide may you with ease find sense and sound footing where […] “Si da el cántaro en la piedra o la piedra en el cántaro, mal para el cántaro.” – Sancho Panza Windows open; no-one home Farrar Pond and its environs teem with ghosts: Nipmuc, Massachusett and Pawtucket indigenes displaced by settlers or eradicated by imported disease and alcohol, native wolves […]
Last rays back-lighting a vigilant osprey, the solar orb settles quickly: autumnal equinox marks (among other seasonal evolutions) the south-fleeing sun’s most rapid decline. So while thermal hysteresis—”seasonal lag”—delays the steepest drop in temperature, day-length dwindles apace. This time around, an over-wrought summer broke suddenly, disappointing delinquent beachgoers but relieving students in un-air-conditioned […]
Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. – Langston Hughes
Eyes on the prize On this date, the zenith of American barbecue and picnic activity, we can share the bounty (and have less to clean up afterward) by offering our leavings to our natural neighbors, here a selection of sciurids:
Is this where they hide […] Spring flowers, autumn moon; summer breezes, winter snow: With mind uncluttered, this is the finest season. –Wumen Huikai
Winter is, in some respects, the most interesting season. Sparse simplicity and more measured movement bring clearer focus on what is, what changes, and what may come. Over the scenes where dramas of spring […] It’s not just the colors, actually. After all, the colors are all bunched on one side of the color wheel—greens, and yellows and oranges and reds. And it’s not just the brilliance, mostly pastel—although shafts of occasional sunlight do make the colors glow. What it is is the surprise of it all.
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