Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments


We have this understanding, the deer and I.

When I first bring plants home from the nursery,

I leave them out overnight.

If they are still there in the morning, I plant them.

If they aren't, I don't

 

 

[First posted: August 10, 2019]

 

 
I dine alone this evening,
sitting out on the hillside
enjoying a still summer night.
Suspiciously still.
Where is everyone?
No squirrels? No chipmunks?
(The feeders are full.)
No jays, no junkos,
no chickadees, robins or wrens?
Not even flies?

Was there a memo I didn't receive?

 

 

[First posted: July 11, 2019]

 
We all have to face it: Some things are not meant to be.

 

 

 

[First published: June 2, 2019]

 



The chipmunks and I are developing a very special relationship.

I think of them as my little woodland friends.

They think of me as a primary food source.

We're very close.

 

 

 

[First posted: September 30, 2018]

 


Storm surge.

Light layered between darkness.

Sunset seems steeped in significance...
Or maybe just one of those days
when anything can be a metaphor for something else.


I really need to stop fretting about the next four years.

 

 

 

 

 [First posted: November, 2016]