Monday, May 27, 2013

Memorial Day Greetings

We live in direct relation to the heroes and sheroes we have. The men and women who without knowing our names or recognizing our faces, risked and sometimes gave their lives to support our country and our way of living. We must say thank you   ~~ Maya Angelou
I watched the news.  There they stood as straight as the years would let the, men and women of every color in the human rainbow.  Every year there are fewer of them, sometimes new ones take their place. Veterans of  wars and the family who also served by waiting , praying and of course the letters from home.   They fought, were wounded, either with wounds we can see or those so deep that they reach the soul yet no one sees; and many died. The hopes and dreams of their families died with them.

They fought not only for the homes they lived in but the homes we live in, They fought for us,all of us.

If I haven't said it before.r often enough"Thank you for your service, and thank you for my freedom."

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Thursday, May 23, 2013

the Merry moon of May

Tis the merry month of May, and the merry moon of May beams down on those of us who are weary of this years  much too long winter .  The leaves are sweet retuning and the blooms are abundant, the petals of apple blossoms flutter down like rain and the air is thick with the fragance of lilacs. 
~~Farmers Almanac

Sometimes called the Milk moon, or the Flower Moon, this months full moon is a bit closer to earth than usual and will appear larger as it hangs in the night sky.  The moon often appears larger when it is nearer the horizon also.

 Bright Moon, Budding Moon,  Fish Moon, Flowering Moon, Frog Moon,  Green Leaf Moon, Idle Moon,  Leaf Dancing Moon, Lily of the Valley Moon,  Moon To Plant,   Old Woman Moon, Panther Moon,  Peony Moon, Planting Moon, Seeds Moon,  Strawberry Moon,  Wind Moon.

Each night, I  take time to watch the waxing gibbous moon, grow fuller.  One night I was sittng on the back steps and enjoying the the chorus of birdsong as it slowly dissolved into a chorus of peepers,  little frogs who seem to appear and disappear
mysteriously each year. As the sky turned a milky blue the moon appeared and disappeared behind the thin clouds.  The trees have leafed out and form a curtain that the moons light cannot penetrate. So I will not be able to see how large the moon will appear when it first rises,  The breeze picked up and I could smell the lilacs, though only the white lilacs were visible in the gathering dark , a peacefulness has settled over the woods and gardens, a pause between the harsh cold labors of winter and the fevered activity of Summer.  

OH,  merry,gentle,full moon of May


fly away, hurry,
on this summer day,I  am
moving the lawn now

Saturday, May 18, 2013

happy birthday, Pete Seeger, and thanks!

~~ facebook~The Great Hudson River Revival

On May 3rd Pete Seeger turned  93.
A post on Facebook invited us to wish him a Happy Birthday, un well I had a fe "thank yous" to add to it.

Not sure when I first heard of Pete Seeger, probably way back in the early 60's when along with everyone else I learned about folk music.  At that time there was an interest in  Appalachian culture, and tradition, the treasured family quilts came out of the cedar chests where they were stored being to precious to discard even though they were  from way of life, considered out of date to some and backward to others ;  and were again displayed on the wall and beds. It was OK again to sing the old songs that Grandma sang,   During the Depression era  Pete Seeger was one of the people who along with his father and Allan Lomax and others collected and committed to paper and audio recording these songs.  One among  many public works programs during the depression that documented the people, land and traditions of the American people.
 Pete Seeger taught me that it is important to remember tradition. and perfectly OK if not outright good to build on it  using it in your life.
He made the rounds of various talk show of the 60s and 70s talking about his views, but somehow he was different, there was a sustainability in his ideas, something that could if enough people were willing to work at it could be achieved and maintained.   I remember him demonstrating  using   an ax to chop through a log on one of the talk shows, I think the lesson therein was something like "you can do it, but you have to know what you are doing and keep working at it."    His idea of getting people to  come down to the banks of the Hudson River by presenting concerts on the decks of the sloop Clearwater,  so that they could see how poluted the Hudson River had become,and as people became aware of how the Hudson River had become  a dying river, they also became aware that they could clean it up, an effort that continues.  
Pete Seeger taught me about sustainability.
What I think of most when I think of Pete Seeger are  his recollections of history, his directions for doing something, his beliefs put into words, and the stories her told to entertain us.   Somewhere between a Bard and a Town Crier, he gets his message across, informing and entertaining us. 
Pete Seeger taught me about the art of communication. 
Pete Seeger taught me about the art and purpose of the Storyteller.    

Friday, May 17, 2013

summer was usually too short

Waiting, I was waiting so patiently or may-be not so patiently for that first day it was warm enough to sunbathe, warm enough, and not too hot.  I would stretch out on an old frame cot and soak up the rays. It was a time when sunbathing was still considered a healthy pastime.   and the warmth of the sun felt so good.   It was as if the sun was imparting it's special powers to me and as I  basked in old Sols warm glow, I drifted off, the back yard became my "beach" for the summer.

Monday, May 13, 2013

my Mother's Day gift

Bright and early, a young man showed up to till up a part of my lawn.  He unloaded his tiller, from an old Jeep truck and set to work, and  in awhile he was done, I paid him twenty dollars as he loaded his tiller back onto his truck,  I thanked him and he said "See you next year!" 
I walked out to the edge of the freshly turned earth,  I was very excited, I couldn't wait to have a real garden, to have  my fill of fresh produce.  somewhere in the depths of my soul, I knew I was finally home.

That was 30 years ago, and the garden is 3 times as large as it was then,  spaded  up twice a year and I now own  tillers.  I have put up countless jars of produce and spent numerous fall evening covering  tomato and pepper plants hoping to get just a few more vegetables to ripen.  Some years there were more tomatoes than I had jars for and some years, I had to buy tomatoes for the table.  Green beans so plentiful that people would see me and say "Run, she might have green beans!"  Even a year when there were not enough zucchini. and too many gourds.   Over time favorite varieties have disappeared and I have just given up on growing things like basil and okra, the deer and rabbits have grown scare, but still a few find their way into my garden each year.  One thing is certain that no year ever turned out like I planned it too.

The seasons turned before me, each day there was something new, subtle changes.  Each day a new canvas, a new birdsong, new thoughts wandered in and out of my mind.  The peaceful turning of the earth and the drifting clouds were a gentle silence that  surrounded my imagination and my worries, and opened the secrets of my heart and my world to me.

People also wandered in and out of my garden, a rich library of stories, wit and wisdom got swapped over my garden fence.  Leaning on my shovel, and listening. 

The ground itself yielded tiny treasure, beads, coins, marbles, broken crockery, all manner of everyday things.   My son had an area where he played with his plastic dinosaurs and hot wheels.

Then of course there were the giant Halloween pumpkins and the cool crisp cucumbers, tomatoes sweet and ripe and still warm from the sun. freshly dug potatoes,  and strawberries.   Weeds, squash vine borers, storm winds that broke or knocked down plants, late frost and early frosts, all of which made me glad I wasn't dependant on my garden for food for my body as much as food for my soul.

Sunday, May 12, 2013



Richard Drew Associated Press

It was a rainy morning in my little corner of the world and I had every intention of making the most of it by enjoying my coffee while watching the movie my DVR dutifully recorded during the night.   But first  I had to see the local weather, so turning  on the Today show, I saw there perched  on a tiny metal platform was  Today show host" Matt Laurer. Over his shoulder one could see a view of the harbor and Lady Liberty.   She looked very small, but Matt was about 1500 feet above the street, waiting to give the signal to lift the beacon that would top One World Trade Center ,

bringing it height to 1776 feet. Built near the fallen towers it is a powerful symbol. The building has a beacon,  as Lady Liberty's  has her beacon, her torch. When my son was very young someone gave him a small model of the Statue of Liberty, he proudly displayed it on his desk and explain that it was "Statue of Woman" and her name was America.
NBC News

And as i watched  I felt pride in this new symbol, this new beacon, the announcer explained that some of the men who worked on this building were the sons of men who had, or they themselves had also worked on the Twin Towers, and some of the men were the grandsons and great grand sons of men who worked on the Empire State  building.

Shouts and cheers, flags waved, as the blast that signaled it was time to raise the spire the final few feet of its journey from the pavement to it's position at the top of One world Trade Center, meant as a communication tower and beacon for planes, it was clear it is also a beacon for us a nation.
Slowly at first the spire lifted, soon it began to sway slightly, there were audible gasps from the crew, but the skillful crane operator soon righted the  condition and had the the spire lowered into position where a waiting crew bolted it into place.

To the rising chorus of cheers.
And mine too.


Silent Sunday~~~Hedgehog Picnic

thanks Coleman