Reconnecting With My 27 Backyard Tree Species: Haiku
Hi, my deep-rooted/
woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/
near. I’ll tread barefoot.
Hi, my deep-rooted/
woods friends. I’m sad I’ve not been/
near. I’ll tread barefoot.
I emersed me in/ woods, hoping to stop dying./ I must bathe more oft.
Picking Redux: The Last of the Late Season Blueberries It was, they said, too late in the season to find even the last of the late season blueberries. For weeks, pickers and birds had scoured the field for the small, blue bursts of anti-oxidants and health and taste. OH! The taste! Our house chef was…
Being the frugal guy I am, if I don’t use seeds one year, I try them the next. Not that there is anything wrong with that, because seeds usually germinate for several years (although the germination rate goes down the longer you keep them in storage). My wife has A LOT of old seeds, so…
A couple of years ago (July 2016) my dad said he thought he’d seen a white bird feeding with a bunch of dark (purple) grackles at a neighbor’s lake-side bird feeder (normally reserved for geese and ducks). Sure enough, when I went out to see, I was able to video this rare albino grackle! One…
I’m cross-posting these poems in my CyranoWriter.com creative writing blog.
I used to take time to ground, to create, to think, to revel in nature. It wasn’t until I taught others how and why to do it that I realized: I’d stopped. Creativity is life, and I’d let myself die. No more.