Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

May 28, 2015

 

Getting up my hill requires a 4-wheel drive vehicle (That was intentional. I prefer solitude.)

Not many chance it, but those who do--and survive--find a road lined with rhododendrons.

This time of year it's worth the risk.

 

 

 

 

 

May 16, 2015

There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day, or for many years, or stretching cycles of years...

Walt Whitman

 

This morning I woke up and became a hummingbird.
Not bad.

 

 

 

May 10, 2015

Yesterday I visited Tsugawa nursery, looking for some herbs to plant on my hillside, providing the mountain beavers a little herbal seasoning to go with the young rhododendrons they are enjoying so much.

A helpful attendant showed me to the herbs area, which contained a large selection:      a variety of mints, coriander, basil, sage, rosemary, tarragon, fennel, oregano--then she pointed to a whole separate table, exclaiming, "And I've got all the thyme in the world!"


Her comment occupied and entertained me all afternoon as I planted the herbs, chuckling to myself while thinking:


There is No Thyme Like the Present,
because
Thyme Flies,
and
Thyme is Money.
The Thyme is Out of Joint,
when
one is Killing Thyme.
Now maybe
There Will Be Peace in Our Thyme...


Planting the basil wasn't as much fun.

 

 

 

May 8, 2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Over the past two months I have been clearing the thick dense brush below my pond.

When finally finished, I laid out a "wisdom walk" on the hillside, suitable for contemplation, and planted ten young rhododendrons to celebrate.

The following morning I was heartsick to see that mountain beavers had munched and destroyed four of the ten plants before I could build protective cages around them.

With the brush now cleared away, I could see that the little critters had burrows all over the area.

"Pests," pronounced a neighbor from the bottom of the hill when I complained of the destruction. He suggested a way to get rid of them that was repugnant to me.

And there is a moral question here (There is always a moral question):

Since I was the one who disrupted their habitat, they may have their own opinion as to who the pest is.

 

 

April 16, 2015

 

I have witnessed any number of squirrelly creative contortions at the bird feeder, but I'd never before seen these little arboreal acrobats hanging upside down from it.