We wait and wait to have the sun stay up
beyond our dinner time.
Longer days call for more activities
so we run to kindergarten camp,
back home,
in to swimming lessons,
back home.
When is there time to breath?
The T.V. is turned off for the summer,
more time to be outside, garden,
take care of animals- chickens, pigs, horses-
more intentional ways of spending time- reading, building projects.
But how do you think clearly
when you are so busy?
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Foto Friday: Willows
So quickly our willows change from looking like branches simply growing along the rivers, to having fuzzy buds, to willow leaves expanding and filling in the river banks. Spring is early here, and each change a delight to watch.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
Spring Migration
As the roads begin to open up, access to those places we call our favorites and our friends become available for a visit. Soon the memory of winter will be forgotten as the grass greens and the brush begins to bloom and the addition of more tourist vehicles on the road steals away the quite views. For now the awakening of spring is for those who go out and be a part of it.
On our drive we cross paths with a herd of elk moving, just as spring does, out and across the mountains. They are seeking their birthing grounds, safe locations to have their young. My husband (wildlife biologist) says they leave their winter grounds to return to a specific place they have gone to before to have their young. I wonder why the cow elk would want to trek for miles, burdened with a full term pregnancy, just to have their calves. He tells me they are migratory animals and it's what they have done for years and will continue to do.
So ingrained in the elk to migrate across ancient paths as visible to them as the mountains are to us. Their breath, their calls and their steps are heard by us as we listen to them and watch them move across the sage. Before long they are in the timber and we drive on, taking our own migratory route through the changing season.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Sometimes being a writer can be, in a word, frustrating. Trying to release the stories in your mind, the action, the inspiriataion, can become overwhelming. And then I read a quote like this, one that helps explain the reasoning, the desire to press forward.
“What did I want?
I wanted a Roc's egg. I wanted a harem loaded with lovely odalisques less than the dust beneath my chariot wheels, the rust that never stained my sword,. I wanted raw red gold in nuggets the size of your fist and feed that lousy claim jumper to the huskies! I wanted to get u feeling brisk and go out and break some lances, then pick a like wench for my droit du seigneur--I wanted to stand up to the Baron and dare him to touch my wench! I wanted to hear the purple water chuckling against the skin of the Nancy Lee in the cool of the morning watch and not another sound, nor any movement save the slow tilting of the wings of the albatross that had been pacing us the last thousand miles.
I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The game's afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and the Lost Dauphin.
I wanted Prestor John, and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be--instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Glory Road
“What did I want?
I wanted a Roc's egg. I wanted a harem loaded with lovely odalisques less than the dust beneath my chariot wheels, the rust that never stained my sword,. I wanted raw red gold in nuggets the size of your fist and feed that lousy claim jumper to the huskies! I wanted to get u feeling brisk and go out and break some lances, then pick a like wench for my droit du seigneur--I wanted to stand up to the Baron and dare him to touch my wench! I wanted to hear the purple water chuckling against the skin of the Nancy Lee in the cool of the morning watch and not another sound, nor any movement save the slow tilting of the wings of the albatross that had been pacing us the last thousand miles.
I wanted the hurtling moons of Barsoom. I wanted Storisende and Poictesme, and Holmes shaking me awake to tell me, "The game's afoot!" I wanted to float down the Mississippi on a raft and elude a mob in company with the Duke of Bilgewater and the Lost Dauphin.
I wanted Prestor John, and Excalibur held by a moon-white arm out of a silent lake. I wanted to sail with Ulysses and with Tros of Samothrace and eat the lotus in a land that seemed always afternoon. I wanted the feeling of romance and the sense of wonder I had known as a kid. I wanted the world to be what they had promised me it was going to be--instead of the tawdry, lousy, fouled-up mess it is.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Glory Road
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Mountain Blue Jays
A Mountain Blue Jay, and friends, have been landing in our backyard over the past few weeks. Their vivid blue color speaks out against the drab brown and yellow grasses that are poking up from the remainders of our snow. I'm hungry for their color, such a stark contrast from the white I am used to seeing, that my eyes follow wherever they fly.
On a drive up the valley along the Wind River mountains they zig-zag and fly across the road. So many! Even when we get a spring snow storm they stay, unalarmed by the sharp change in temperature and the ice that gathers in the corner of my window.
On a drive up the valley along the Wind River mountains they zig-zag and fly across the road. So many! Even when we get a spring snow storm they stay, unalarmed by the sharp change in temperature and the ice that gathers in the corner of my window.
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