Sunday, September 25, 2016

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Tuesday, September 20, 2016


Seedpods like green birds
release seeds on silken wings.
Fly away little birds.

Sunday, September 18, 2016

A sorta wordy and out of focus Sunday picking apples

 I skould call this tree Old Faithful because

it still produces apples even with a trunk like this

 through the mist and drizzle everything looks like a Monet painting
           also it is easy to tell that  Fall is early this year

 they are certainly not the prettiest apples
       but they are so tasty

the deer eat them right on the tree
sorry I couldn't find a deer to illustrate that
one did stop by, but it was pretty dark by them
and he didn't hang around long when he saw my camera and I approaching

the  sahpes and contortions of tree limbs fascinate me

 OK, trees in general fascinate me
and they don't run away from my camera and I

 and looking down, I spy, purple!!
and other surprises

 goldenrod, at least to ne is beautiful

Friday, September 16, 2016

The Moon when the Leaves Dance

There is something in the air, something fresh, and a bit mysterious, something energizing, that tells my primal self that it is time for the beauty of Fall.  Septembers full moon when the leaves dance.  It really does seem to me that the still green leaves are dancing in the freshening  breeze. 

Acorn Moon,     Apples Moon,  Corn Moon,   Dancing Moon,    Falling Leaves Moon, 
Hunter's Moon, Leaves Changing Color Moon,       Little Chestnut Moon,     Maize Moon,
Moon of Much Freshness, Moon of Plenty,  Moon When the Leaves Fall Off,
Moon When the Leaves Change Color

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

"seeing the sun rise and set in a foreign place"

To "see the sun rise and set in a foreign place" I heard someone say as they rushed past me.   I was ambling along trying to think of everything I knew about making , or should I say dipping candles.  One thing I know is that is a great workout for the arms and shoulders  also an exercise in patience. 

Then I started to think about the meaning of that phrase, instead.  Envisioning that the author of those words might be talking about a world tour,  but  he could be going someplace, anyplace. different from where he lived.    The more I thought the more I realized that any place is a foreign place,  simply, or oversimplified, it is not the place where you live, so that makes it foreign.   It could be  anywhere between the house on the left hand side of yours right the way round the world to the house on the right hand side.  
And in the each case the perspective is different, something is always different,  the sunrise and the sunset, the trees, the people and the customs.   Differences are in the eye  and heart of the beholder,  in the willingness to see and appreciate the differences.   The same  might be said of seeing the similarities,  and nuances of  familiar,  that can make one feel welcome no matter where they are.

Could it be that  appreciation of those small differences is the secret to the greatest reward and not the distance traveled or the exoticness of the location.  To me, the answer is yes.  When I have time there is nothing more  soul satisfying to me that to take the scenic route.    It's a route I know well, but there is always something different to see.   

Later that day, I was sitting by the fire, with my candle  making paraphernalia displayed on a wooden picnic table, the fragrance bayberry wax blend, and the summery aroma of melting beeswax, and of course the  smell, that going-back to school, reminds me of crayons smell, of melting paraffin wax.   

And  I found myself looking up at a waxing gibbous moonrise in a foreign sky.

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

haiku~~~~~purple and gold

mornings gentle light
purple and gold , work is done
dew on the meadow