November 16, 2024
Jesus in the Desk Drawer
November 7, 2024
Hope, part two
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -I’ve heard it in the chillest land -And on the strangest Sea -Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.
November 4, 2024
Hope!
Last year we had this enormous and beautiful spider who made her web at the fence by the horse pasture. Her web was maybe ten feet long. One side attached to tree branches, another side to the horse fence. There were other strands that anchored to other places. And it was more than a one-sided web, at least two-dimensional, several layers of web to snare the unsuspecting insect. None of it looked very substantial, but the web lasted for what seemed to me to be a long time.
One day I went out and she was gone. But I was hoping that she left her egg sac, that her offspring would come back. And this year, they did -- not in the same place but close by with a web just as amazing. And the next generation built a web just as amazing.
One day soon, this next generation will be gone. It is close to that season. But I hope she will leave her egg sac, as her mother did, and that there will be another web next year.
And I remember from my Hebrew classes that the word for hope has its roots in the idea of spider web. So maybe it is built into those spiders’ nature to hope for nourishment, to hope for survival, to hope for next year. Maybe that is built into me, too. And I hope their beauty lives on in the next generations, and that I have eyes to see that beauty and constancy.
October 31, 2024
Rest in Peace, Sweet Manny
He was a good boy…. He came to me in Connecticut after a hard winter for him and a lonely time for me. He made the move with me to the farm in the south, and lived with the other cats, mostly in harmony. He so missed Mama. He was with her every day in the living room and was not really the same after she died. He just could not go on after today. I will miss him so much. But I am so thankful that my sister and brother helped me bury him on this farm where he lived his last years.
October 30, 2024
Bucket Brigade
October 22, 2024
Matt's Wild Cherry -- in October |
Four summers ago, I started some tomato seeds of a variety named “Matt’s Wild Cherry.” The seeds did well, and I planted the seedlings in a straw bale in my kitchen garden. The plants were prolific, bearing clusters of tiny sweet tomatoes all summer and well into the fall. That winter, we dug up that part of the yard to put down some pavers. In the spring, though, there were tomatoes growing all around the new parking area. The next year: more tomato plants, coming up everywhere. This year, there were still more tomato plants, dozens of them! they are still sprouting here at the end of October. In the gardening world, these are called volunteers: plants that grow on their own without being deliberately planted.
May 15, 2024
I told the bees.....
On Saturday, May 4, I bottled the first honey of the year from my hives. Mama and I talked about how beautiful it was -- a lovely light golden color. She loved that we had hives, that the bees were here doing their work. She died the next Saturday, May 11. And then I went to the tell the bees that she was gone.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Telling_the_bees
October 4, 2023
October 4, 1998