Sunday, November 22, 2009

NO ICE, NO SNOW



It's the end of November and the geese don't know what to do. Actually, they seem to have just decided to stay as long as they can. No snow. No ice. No snow. No ice. I went walking at the bird sanctuary to today, along the floating docks, the leafy paths, the abandoned railway tracks. It was calm and quiet. Well, it would have been quiet without the geese. No matter how far from the water I walked, their call was the background to everything. "Let's not go anywhere. Let's just stay here. Let's not go anywhere. Let's just stay here." One voice connecting to the next and the next and the next. You could not hear where one ended and another began - a happy cacophony of geese.

This path would usually be snow by now - a ski
trail instead of a walking trail - all those trembling birch trees without any leaves, without any trembles. In the summer, its all whispering leaves - chickadees, warblers, finches. Today there were a only few chickadees and, of course, thousands of geese. In just 8 more days it will be December. How long can this last?



Summer View From My Kitchen Window

Summer View From My Kitchen Window
I am already more than a week into my summer holidays and just beginning to settle into this greenest of seasons - so glad to be at home with my windows and my light. I am just learning how to post these blogs, spending too much time in front of my computer, not enough time with the sky.  The morning began with thunder - an hour of pouring rain and thunder!!  Long after sunrise, the sky was still dark and ominous, but then suddenly the sun broke through. I put on my garden shoes, grabbed my camera, and went out to the flowers . . .   

After the Rain

After the Rain
After all that wild weather, the day lily leaves were covered with such quiet raindrops . . . 

After the Rain

After the Rain
One side of my yard is lined with leafy peonies - the grandmother of all flowers - pink, white, deep, deep red.  I have been deadheading the flowers all week long, but this one, just opening, survived the storm. I have lived in my house for nearly twenty years; these peonies were here long before I moved in and with any luck will be here long after I am gone.