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.
The words of the American poet Robert Creeley seem applicable today:
"One day after another--
Perfect.
They all fit."
[First posted: November 12, 2014]
Clearly an off-day for this
little arboreal acrobat,
but he quickly recovered his balance.
A lesson there for me.
[First posted: September 3, 2014]
[First posted: September 3, 2014]
Occasionally, when walking this hillside,
weighed down by some momentary worry or woe,
I remind myself, This, too, shall pass
...and often find it already has.
[First posted: September 5, 2014]
Big Bird invariably wins, but I still like to root for the little guy.
He keeps coming back.
[First posted: September 10, 2014]
This morning:
Walked out of the house into a thousand invisible filaments,
Wrapping themselves about my face, in my hair, around my arms...
The great cobwebbery outdoors of late summer.
[First posted: September 15, 2014]
Yes, spiders are kind of creepy, but they are such artists!
Actually, a number of artists I know are kind of creepy.
[First posted: September 18, 2014]
Summer's slow daily slide into autumn,
Reminding us of the ephemeral nature of what was,
Heralding the uncertainty of what will be,
Manifesting the beauty of what is.
[First posted: September 22, 2014]
Sometimes you have to stretch yourself to get what you want,
if you really want it.
I've noticed there are no dithering Hamlets among chipmunks.
[First posted: September 24, 2014]
Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes,
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
[First posted: September 28, 2014]
Small spinners of exquisite art.
Up here on this hill,
I am surrounded by such art.
Too wondrous!
[First posted: October 3, 2014]
