Tuesday, August 28, 2012

"Thoreau said to look along the bank right
at water level and to stand still for a few
minutes and right where the grasses stuck
up through the water you would see a muskrat
if there were any. I stood still for a bit, and sure
enough in a few minutes I saw a muskrat in the
middle of the city 2,000 miles from Walden Pond.
And I realized that Concord is where you are right now,
 and Walden Pond is the nearest body of water.
Denver was my real Concord."
from Channeling Ralph Waldo Emerson
an interview with Robert Richardson
author of the Emerson bio "The Mind on Fire"

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by.
How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the
moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood
is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores
over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. “
                                      Vita Sackville-West
I have often posted photos of the pond by my office but
until last week it had never occurred to me to take the dogs
there, so this weekend the whole family sans Max the cat were
off. It proved to be quite a nice spot for a walk with critters to
see, benches to rest on, lots of smells and even a puppy to meet.
So here it is Sunday in the park.
The insect catching Waxwings that nest on the small island
and spend the day feeding over the pond.

Clouded Sulphur Butterfly?
“To be whole. To be complete. Wildness reminds us what it means
to be human, what we are connected to rather than what we are
separate from.”

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Some more photos from our July trip to
the farm and cabin. I was watching a program
featuring a entomologist in India. He said each
child goes through an insect phase and mine never 
ended. Mine has not ended, I want to know
the name and habits of every insect and plant I see.
Something I saw when I did not have my camera was
beautiful metallic green Dogbane Beetles. The sight 
of them reassured me that when I can spend more
time at the cabin boredom should not be a problem.
My identifications are based on my best guess, feel
free to correct me.

"The butterfly counts not months 
but moments, and has time enough."

Rabindranath Tagore

White Clover

Fritillary not sure which kind?

Wild Vetch

Common Wood Nymph


Pearl Crescent


Canadian Tiger Swallowtail with bits missing.

"Do ye not comprehend that we are worms,
Born to bring forth the angelic butterfly
That flieth unto judgment without screen?"
Dante Alighieri

Sunday, August 12, 2012

"No one can tell me,
 Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes."

Wind on the Hill
      A.A. Milne

"She cleared the garden of its weeds
And planted several thousand seeds.

Small creatures picked the flowers at dawn
And danced with them about the lawn.

Until they all, down to the least,
Where eaten by a monstrous beast."

                              From The Eleventh Episode
                                            by Raddory Gewe
                                                   ( Edward Gorey )

Monday, August 6, 2012

I believe I have mentioned that Eastern Phoebes are a
signature bird on the farm. I have included pictures 
taken during our recent visit, some are from the farm, my 
brother in law's home and the cabin. I also noticed that they 
really complete for the highest perch. I was taking a wooden
scaffold apart a favorite perch, some 8 0r 9 feet tall
as it got shorter the Phoebe continued to choose the 
highest remaining perch until it was sitting on a stub 
maybe a 18 inches high. When that was removed 
I substituted a sawhorse which was also popular. We will
be putting up a post to serve as a perch and holder for
some feeders.  I think all these are Eastern Phoebe's but
I always have trouble telling them from other flycatchers
so if I am wrong please let me know.

"Summer is all a green air—
From the brilliant lawn, sopranos
Through murmuring hedges
Accompanied by some poplars; "

                                     Summer Music
                                         Mary Sarton

"Yet I have glimpsed the bright mountain behind the mountain,
Knowledge under the leaves, tasted the bitter berries red,
Drunk water cold and clear from an inexhaustible hidden fountain."

                                         The Wilderness
                                               Kathleen Raine