leaves wings and other such things

boy

the owl and pussycat

to imagination in 2015

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The owl and the pussycat went to sea . . .

Owl and Pussycat
 
 

 
 
 
 

They danced by the light of the moon, 
 
             The moon, 
             The moon, 
They danced by the light of the moon. —edward lear

 

boy with owl and pussycat

 

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relating to the soil

Soilin 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

boy & girl underground are the soil for trees & the landscape for a deerIt 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.

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falling in love

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  I have been in love more times than one,
  thank the Lord. Sometimes it was lasting
  whether active or not. Sometimes
  it was all but ephemeral, maybe only
  an afternoon, but not less real for that.
  They stay in my mind, these beautiful people,
  or anyway beautiful people to me, of which
  there are so many. You, and you, and you,
  whom I had the fortune to meet, or maybe
  missed. Love, love, love, it was the
  core of my life, from which, of course, comes
  the word for the heart. And, oh, have I mentioned
  that some of them were men and some were women
  and some—now carry my revelation with you—
  were trees. Or places. Or music flying above
  the names of their makers. Or clouds, or the sun
  which was the first, and the best, the most
  loyal for certain, who looked so faithfully into
  my eyes, every morning. So I imagine
  such love of the world—its fervency, its shining, its
  innocence and hunger to give of itself—I imagine
  this is how it began.
                               —Mary Oliver

boy meets girl

 

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bird dog

bird boy from groupThe moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. —Eric Bernet

bird boy group

“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”  —Henry David Thoreau, 28 November 1858 journal entry

bird boys from group

When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast. —John Burroughs

 

when, birds are not birds & boys are not boys & when, boys think they are birds, if by chance they encounter a dog—would that be bird-doggin’—
bird doggin' 

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