Monday, November 26, 2012

After the holiday . . .

After everyone is back at work and the leftovers are gone . .

You try to be grateful for just the sun on your shoulders and  try to remember spring.


                                     And hope that everyone you love - knows it . . . .
                                       November makes it all seem more important.


Leave us something of yourself,
sweet trees, indifferent bees,
spiders wrapping up a summer’s job,
now listless in the chilly breeze.
Leave us something of yourself.

Do not forget these eyes that traced
your dewy webs and pollened toes
and watched you love the sky’s bright face
with fingertips that airily rose
to brush the clouds with leafy lace.

Leave us here believing
in the hills aglow, again,
and in a churning freshet searching
for what it cannot know,
but then, again,

It is this season’s yearnings
that foretell Spring’s bright returnings.

Catherine Wilson

Sunday, November 11, 2012

November Light

Sunrise as we never see it before leaf fall.

Fairy lights . . 

Truly magic.

Later in the day over the same field - a new light.

The wind picked up and things seemed to get away . .

It got scary.  I wanted to call the Fire Department.

The neighbors  finally got it under control.

Still later in the day, a fainter glow . . .

Brother Bob's and Sis-in-law Robin's home.
He built the gazebo . . just painted and installed the upper lights.

                              From our house . . their light is our night light.
                            Their family creates the glow that brought us to this hill                        
                                          overlooking Loudonville, Ohio


Friday, November 02, 2012


Interesting thing this cusp between October and November.  Some cautioning inward-turning awareness . . . of the shorter days . . . the wind scrapping branches against the siding . .  . and the sense that your yard birds are in on it.   Yeah.  The little goofs.  Poking around the jack o' lanterns and flitting away leaving only ghost images on your lens.   

You could tell by the looks on those faces that something was afeather . .  uh that is 'afoot'.
A closer look . . .   Yep!

                                                                                   Nuthatch Gremlin

                                                                                 Chickadee sprite

Nuthatch Banshee

                                                                   Titmouse Terror

After the morning feeding frenzy .  . things started to come into focus.

Not so scary after all . . .