moose and spruce

moose and spruce,
loons, otters, rose pogonia, Great Northern Paper, helleborine galore and we learn it is an invasive, waves and wind, floating bogs, Graveyard Point, homemade rootbeer, marsh St. John's wort, some kinda pyrolla...
smartweed floats like sweet pink candy on the water as we stroke by
thunder in the distance and here is hummous, dates, and dill pickles to eat, chocolate with a love poem from Dante read aloud under cedar, spruce and fir

wooden and canvas canoes, a paddle carved by an Alexandra...biscuits, woodsmoke and rain....we have loved our journey with old and new, watery and true, trails winding round and round between labrador and missoula

North Woods Ways, Willimantic, Maine

it's all too beautiful

Little bird harassing large bird…swathes of growing corn are candy green….teasle blooms lavender…iowa, new york, tennessee, michigan, connecticut, indiana, wisconsin, rhododendron blooming in mounds of icescream…it’s all too beautiful…(

Over bridge of sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green 
Under dreamin' spires
To Itchycoo Park, that's where I've been

What did you do there?
I got high
What did you feel there?
Well I cried
But why the tears there? 

I'll tell you why
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be niceand have fun in the sun

Tell you what I'll do (what will you do?)
I'd like to go there now with you
You can miss out school (won't that be cool)
Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there?
We'll get high
What will we touch there?
We'll touch the sky
But why the tears then?
I'll tell you why

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful

I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun

It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
It's all too beautiful
Ha! It's all too beautiful    
ITCHYCOO PARK - Steve Marriott/Ronnie Lane

EMI United Partnership Ltd   

) the neighbors' plastic newspaper mailbox explodes with shrilling baby wrens, there’s yellow mushrooms growing all over the driveway…pyrolla blooms, teaberry and whorled loosetrife (world loo strife!) the new batch of kittens (always black) have ripped the door guardian’s hair out of her braids but we’ve finally figured out the secret of the solar lamp. One of the kittens has a tan foot…hot then cold, rain then stars.

mushrooms of every shape and color except blue "shroom, shroom, shroom"

The bats protesting behind the shutters throughout the day sound like pump actions spray bottles: “squeetch, squeetch, squeetch”

Unknown animal den at Wintergreen Rock with neon mushrooms on its doorstep…seven blossoms on the teaberry "berr, berr, berr"

Crow and mockingbird

Crow and mockingbird argue on a snag; Wren over the doorway warbles his annoyance--- fallen twigs betray her plans ;Vulture at the roadside totters and ducks his shoulders shyly; Three blue herons fly together east away from I-80....

rainy

blue heron one day

blue heron another day I hear him in the morning talking to a blue jay in the driveway

Being driven into the lake, the water covers the car…. Over our heads

Walk this way o living, through darkened halls… it smells, the cardboard crates are most startling.

Garlic and flames dissolve her first communion dress,

traffic in the rainy street, this is how to do art

Cherry blossoms infinitely unreel all the way to creaking wooden floorboards above the river

pairs of crows, clouds of bluets, glittering wet violets

little yellow car bounces out of the muddy green green ditch, crushed in & clodded with brown

it rains

it rains

the green is unbelievable

and everyone sez This is getting ridiculous

The thyme of away-ness, so we leave

all gone

all done

You know—they are choke cherries….

Deer Breath

Deer Breath on Belltown Road
Ludwig Art

rhodadendron float pale

pair of rhodadendron blooms float pale on the cliffside in dark above the river...across from the noisy campers

snowcats

cat tracks in the white snow, dark concrete shows through,
wet and cold.

Kitties don't eat oatmeal cookies.

go not movie see

not to the movie just to have black tea in a white cup, to write, to walk around th edges of a leaf, to breathe silence
brown leaves piled up in layers everywhere hiding the brass luger shell casings around the blue trailer
spidery witch hazel frills begging for an admiring glance, shimmer yellow in the feeble November sun
to Where the Trailing Arbutus Grows

herd

Current mood: indescribable twenty juvenile turkeys trotting across the sunny piney meadow above the river