Archive for the ‘Nature’ Category

Other People’s words IV

The Summer Day

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean –

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down –

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

— Mary Oliver


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Palette from a hike . . .

. . . along the Butler Gulch, West of Denver.

Yellow Green Blue (Columbine)

Purple Blue (Bells) Red

Mine ruins Confused Bent rail

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My folks and my brother drove over the Rockies to visit for a few days last week.  Highlights included great food, great company, a hilarious visit to a costume shop, a lovely movie, and most importantly, a chance to see my brother before he leaves for Mali in a couple of weeks.  We also stopped by the Denver Botanic Gardens, which was really the only time I remembered my camera.  Three shots below.




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A rare sight

Daffy dills for daffy weather

A strangely beautiful day today in Denver – we woke up to several inches of snow, and just last night we barbecued outside. The flowers are surely confused, and if they die because of the freezing weather (do they do that? I’m no botanist), their sacrifice will not be unnoticed. I have to say that if I were a flower and knew that I would die at the height of my blooming, I might try to negotiate a deferral, or file for an extension, or something like that. So, daffodils: here’s to your admirable flamboyance and your refusal to let a couple of cold days get in the way of your dazzle.

Popcorn Popping

Two trees. One with the natural – but temporary – blossoms of an early spring day, the other with the even more temporary snowclumps of a late winter day. Which tree is which? Only their stylists know.

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