Space and time

Sunlight on ice

Galaxies in a small block of ice on the pond

It’s hard to believe that it’s almost December.  This year seemed to fly by.  Is time faster than the speed of light?  (I suppose if time was faster we’d be able to time travel.)  Sometimes it feels that way — much too fast.

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Where to start

Virginia Creeper

We’ve had quite a mix of weather today.  Heavy rain, misty rain, dark gray clouds speeding overhead, sunshine, intensely blue skies, and more dark clouds speeding overhead.  It’s windy, and a little chilly.  Wonderfully autumn weather.

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A monarch in the meadow

Landing

The bud
stands for all things
even for those things that don’t flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
though sometimes it is necessary
to reteach a thing its loveliness,
to put a hand on the brow
of the flower,
and retell it in words and in touch,
it is lovely
until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing.

~ Galway Kinnell

I’ve posted this poem sometime in the past (it seems like long ago), and it came to mind this morning as I was pondering “what next?”

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News from the meadows and other places

The wildflower meadow on a rainy day.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

~ Georges Bernanos

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Thursday Travels: Let’s go to the falls

Hiking to Laverty Falls. Fundy National Park. New Brunswick, Canada.

I can’t believe it’s Thursday already.  This week has flown by so quickly that I hardly noticed it.

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We have a deal

The American Goldfinches and I have come to an agreement.  They will let me take a few photos of them in the thistle every now and then in exchange for providing them with supplemental food at the feeder.  Win-win situation all around.

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Spun gold

Draped in gold

This was not a good morning to sleep in.  If I had slept in, I would have missed the fog and the early morning sunlight shining on the dew in the meadows, turning the spider webs into spun gold.  Even Rumplestiltskin couldn’t have done it better.

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