Petrichor: a distinctive, earthy, usually pleasant odor that is associated with rainfall especially when following a warm, dry period… “Petrichor.” Merriam-Webster.com Dictionary, Merriam-Webster, https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/petrichor. Accessed 30 Mar. 2022. We are familiar with the wind, the gusts that bring a temperature change and dirt — so much dirt — dry, desolate sheets of caliche and clay;Continue reading “Waiting for Showers”
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Finding Solace
She sits between a toadstool and thistle, the little frog whispering in her ear, the only other sound the buzz of a sleepy bee, the kiss of a butterfly wing, and her thoughts in tune with the wind moving through the nearby trees, and she is at peace. –C.L. Fisher, May 2021 Unless otherwise indicated,Continue reading “Finding Solace”
Breathing Rhythm
They lean in, nestled down in thicket meant to protect; you would miss them, walk right past them, if not attentive, to these gentle creatures who pause and wonder why we rush past when we are meant to linger, to sway like trees, to lean in like deer, to stay in the shaded pathway andContinue reading “Breathing Rhythm”
Where Did the Slow Go?
Why is this October almost over? I’ve just begun to sink into this falling month, when sunset comes with dinner, when the moon beckons us to look up and look far, when the wind turns in from the north, whispers stories through leaves, when life is supposed to slow, allow us to gather up parts Continue reading “Where Did the Slow Go?”
Extremes
We cleaned gutters yesterday — pulled pine and cypress needles from the long trays in anticipation of a coming north-wind storm. It was 90 degrees, but this morning is projected to bring the first drops of ice and rain, following with inches of snow during the next few days. Such fast change. I feelContinue reading “Extremes”
Being Still
“But these are flowers that fly and all but sing…” — Robert Frost I often catch the movement above me as I walk along the garden’s edge, and I know, if I am patient, one will alight near enough to see. I thought the cold winds from a few days past had called and liftedContinue reading “Being Still”
Chasing Kites
My heart in hiding/ Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!” — from The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins We have a pair of kites in our neighborhood, but you must have a sharp eye to find them. I am constantly looking to the sky and in the limbsContinue reading “Chasing Kites”