...

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

-Rumi, trans. by Coleman Barks

the magic squirrel

Taken at the request of the neighbor boys. ;o)

a whisper

There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.

-Robert W. Service

{Revisiting some old files tonight...this image was taken in June when our peonies were in full bloom.}

yellow from a distance

"We have almost reached the pond;

You have left your glasses at home on the table

And squint across the field

To the unfolding skunk cabbage.

Farsighted or near, I can’t remember which

But you say it is only yellow you see,

Which from a distance could be daffodils.

But they are different shapes, the bell and the candle,

And I describe to you how they float

On the marsh, like a harbor of lanterns,

Because I want you to see them as I do,

A thousand tiny sails, each distinct,

Each one among the others, each drifting."

-Karen Whalley