Foxglove Moments

Foxglove Moments

Foxglove is the name of my property, five acres overlooking the Lewis River Valley that was covered with the wildflower when I first moved here in 1996. 


A highlight of my time living in Japan was visiting the Great Buddha of Kamakura.

Cast in bronze in 1252, it's located on the grounds of Kotokuin Temple in Kamakura, about an hour south of Tokyo by train. Standing 44 feet in height and weighing approximately 102 tons, the Great Buddha towers over humble humanity.





I have a replica of the Great Buddha on my hillside.

He stands twelve inches in height and weighs approximately 10 pounds.

Yet, given the right camera angle, my little Great Buddha towers serenely over this hillside of spring blossoms.












[First posted: March 31, 2015]





Much of the time, wherever I go,
I go glancing,
glancing here, glancing there,
eyes bouncing about
object to object.

Yesterday, passing by
the magnolia tree, I glanced  
and thought, "Pretty."

A bunch of pretty blossoms.

But sometimes something grabs hold
and shakes me: "Pay attention!"
I looked again, and, behold,
not a 'bunch,'
but a multitude of unique creations uniquely unfolding.





And not 'pretty'--Please!
Something far more extraordinary 
is happening here.
And you almost missed it.

So now I'm training myself
to break the glancing habit  
and instead to "see" what I'm looking at...

which requires attention (and attending),
which in turn requires slowing down,
which (often) requires a change in my plan,
which may require changing my goal
for this moment,
or for this day.
Or for this life.




[First posted: March 27, 2015]



















There comes a brief moment each spring,
lasting little more than a week,

when the last of the flowering plums
with the first of the flowering cherries,

and this hillside becomes awash in pinks and whites.

A mystical conjunction and combining of blossoms.

Beauty in transit.















[First posted: March 12, 2015]














From the top of this hill, my road plunges to the valley below.


It's so steep that it requires a four-wheel-drive vehicle to make it up to my house.


It's even steeper walking up.




When snow is forecast, I park my car at the bottom of the hill so I can make it out to the county road, a mile away. More than three inches of snow, and my road becomes a toboggan run.








Brothers Mike and Rick Lynch, with Mike's grandson Jonathan, graded and rocked the road this past week, taking advantage of the unseasonably un-winter weather we've been enjoying.

It's been about nine years since it was last done, and was in bad need of repair.














Rick graded the road with his cat, and Mike delivered four loads of crushed rock. The road is so steep that Rick needed to chain up to Mike's truck with his cat, holding and lowering him down the hill so he could dump the rock.





When they were finished, Rick said it was the steepest road they had ever worked.


Made me kind of proud.



















[First posted: March 2, 2015]


















The flowering plum literally exploded into bloom.

On Tuesday, it was a mass of deep dark crimson buds.

On Wednesday, it was thickly bedecked in bright pink blossoms,
much like I imagine Annie Dillard's "tree of lights" in Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

A quite spectacular transformation to witness.

And grateful that I did.


















[First posted: February 20, 2015]


























A romantically inclined sky tonight,
all blush and beauty.
So appropriate for St. Valentine's Day.






[First posted: February 14, 2015]










A young doe checking out the bird feeder, maybe interested in adding some sunflower seeds to her diet of winter grass, leaves, and my "deer-proof" rhododendrons.

"Don't even think it."







 [First posted: February 6, 2015]



[Thoughts on discovering the quartz I placed on a stump years ago.]


There is this hunger to see the world in a new way.

To break out of the rut of one's daily being--following the same routines, thinking the same thoughts, talking with the same people about the same things.

Comfort and security--not to be underrated--can become cozy prisons. One longs for the unfamiliar, for the untried and unthought, for the yet unlived.

Like Tennyson's Ulysses, the spirit yearns to leave the known world, to be shaken up, knocked off-balance, to not know what's going to happen tomorrow, setting off into the unexplored unknown, expectant.

Our salvation may not lie in changing the world, but in changing our perceptions of it, and in doing so, find that we have thereby also changed the world.




[First posted: January 25, 2015]

It's a balmy 36 degrees Fahrenheit here today.






That's 2 degrees Celsius for friends
in Australia and Japan,

and 275.37 K (on the Kelvin scale)
for family in LaCenter





Shirtsleeve weather after this past week, where the squirrels took turns ice skating on frozen birdbaths.





[First posted: January 4, 2015]



2014...Going out glorious.






[First posted: December 31, 2014]