Monday, May 31, 2010

Backyard

It has been a few years since we have seen a porcupine in our yard. This one has visited twice in the past week.



Another surprise... When the last snow melted from the ditch, I found several of the violas had wintered over and were already blooming.

I'm glad. By this time of year we are hungry for flowers.

Sunday, May 30, 2010



The red saxifrage is one of the first flowers to greet Spring.



Max enjoys his water al fresco.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Thursday, May 20, 2010

.When I read "Always Coming Home" by Ursula LeGuin, I came across the idea--put forward as a folk belief-- that bird feathers were words from the dead, beautiful and inexplicable. So when I wander out and about, I tend to pick up discarded feathers that catch my eye and wonder who is thinking about me on the other side.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Remembrance

From A Quiet Life


Don’t say, we have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again...

What can you see on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea a pale moon rises.
The ships have come to carry you home.

And all will turn to silver glass;
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass into the West.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Saturday, May 01, 2010

Journey's End

Snowflakes
brushed the wings
of the cranes
flying west...


A sad day. My uncle and beloved friend, Charles R. Hart, passed away at midday. He had been fighting cancer for nearly two years. We brought him home from the hospital Tuesday so he could be at home--surrounded by his loving family--for his final days.