Then sleep the seasons, full of might;
While slowly swells the pod,
And rounds the peach, and in the night
The mushroom bursts the sod.
The winter comes:
the frozen rut Is bound with silver bars;
the white drift heaps against the hut;
and night is pierced with stars.
~Coventry Patmore
Fragile leaves drift from darkened branch,
a tear drop cloud skims by,
one feather clinging to mossy mound
as I walk past with a sigh.
©Sharron R. McMillan
The ducklings are getting big and new feathers are coming in with great colours. They like spaghetti. You can now tell the difference between boys and girls. They boys have bigger feet.
Mossy Maple
In youth we learn; in age we understand.
~Baroness Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach
Mimosa Tree
The easeful days, the dreamless nights
the homely round of plain delights
The calm, the unambitioned mind
which all men seek, and few men find.
~ Austin Dobson
Thanksgiving Cactus blooming it’s head off with gratitude
So many beautiful colours everywhere. Wakes up the artist in all of us.
Kiwi still not ready to pick but we’ll have to before frost arrives.
Just a broken tree stump in the distance.
Lectio Divina in Nature
Step out onto the Planet.
Draw a circle a hundred feet round.
Inside the circle are
300 things nobody understands, and, maybe
nobody’s ever really seen
How many can you find?
~Lew Welch
Lew Welch, Ring of Bone: Collected Poems of Lew Welch
Lectio divina – Latin for sacred reading
The art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.
~Bernard Baruch
I love checking out this hole at the base of a tree when we walk the trails. It feels like a place you’d find hidden treasure buried.
More mushrooms
Mushroom time again
The blueberry bush is dressed for the season.
