White Rabbit— Why, Mary Ann! What are you doing out here?
Alice— Mary Ann?
White Rabbit— Don’t just do something, stand there… Uh… no no!
Go go! Go get my gloves! I’m late!
Alice— But late for what? That’s just what I…
White Rabbit— My gloves!
White Rabbit— At once, do you hear!
Alice— Goodness. I suppose I’ll be taking orders from Dinah next.
sweet little birds dancing through the branches—perhaps the hawks are charmed by their songs & colors.
i am certainly delighted by their presence all around me.
here are some barn swallows
& some waxwings.
stop for a moment—
we are surrounded by the textures of bird songs—
perhaps even beneficial to us——soothing
mother nature network posts a study which proposes that bird songs improve our mood & spark creativity.
dancing about in branches & moving through
wind stirred oceans
fill the air with
rustling, chattering, splashing, whistling,
for those placed within
life is still
enclosed in wood grain veneer
adorned with graceful glass containers
of pure blue water
echoing an unsettling quiet.
The fact that we have to keep animals in captivity is a sign of the abject failure of us as a species.
The long-term goal should be that we do not need to keep animals in captivity. . . .
—Damian Aspinall, wildlife park owner, to the Evening Standard.
Nature is not a place to visit, it is home.
Earth teach me to forget myself
as melted snow forgets its life.
Earth teach me resignation
as the leaves which die in the fall.
Earth teach me courage
as the tree which stands all alone.
Earth teach me regeneration
as the seed which rises in the spring.
—William Alexander, A Father’s Book, 1997
Soil “in good heart,”
as farmers used to say,
is the key to health,
both for ourselves and for the animals & plants on whom we depend.
—Harvey and Ellen Ussery
It has been said that organic matter in the soil consists of “the living, the recently dead, & the very dead.” The “living” portion consists of all the diverse forms of living organisms that make up the soil food web, but also plant roots themselves.
if calla lilies imagine flying as proposed in flight of the calla lilies
the birds may imagine being clustered among green leaves, surrounded by the fragrance of blossoms,
grass, & bark, even tickled by pollinating bees.
they would also imagine curling from a long graceful stem to create a sculptural rippled goblet.
they would even forget that some think calla lillies are undesirable weeds.
these birds know better.
flying in my dreams
I soar above the mundane
sadly I awake
–Kathleen a Nazarene
spring brings such beauty to summer. browns, greens, crimsoms, & blue, emerge.
all the creatures move about & live in it. so much rich color—so much inspiration.
The oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid and hesitating.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and piney,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,
Streams laugh that erst were quiet,
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue
And the woods run mad with riot.
—Paul Laurence Dunbar, Summer in the South