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Turkey Tracks: Celebrating Spring Snow Drops

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Turkey Tracks:   March 9, 2020

Celebrating Spring Snow Drops

The Snow Drops are here—at least in some warm, sunny places.

I have not seem mine yet up here on the hill, but Lion Jerry Stone has some, which gives us all joy.

He celebrated with this message and picture.

Thanks Jerry!

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February 29, 2020

Fine friends & friendly foe,

Nothing more excites me as March crawls closer to introduce Maine to spring than the precious, plucky snowdrops along the front cellar wall at Bette’s & my modest Camden home. Few things in life attempt “gilding the lily”, for they are themselves already perfect. And so, annually, snowdrops revive my restless soul & poetic pursuit. Enjoy my early spring welcome with picture & poetry.

This Leap Year spring arrives on March 19th.

Blessings to all who hope & dream!

Jerry Stone

 

 

Oh, Brave Snowdrops Now Here!

by Jerry Stone, 2.29.20

 

Oh, gentle & glad surprise!

Oh, now-exposed, perennial plant pals.

Oh, slender & slim, at-risk snowdrops.

Oh, cute cotton swabs just before green flap & flower.

Oh, feeble friends, sneaking up this hardest early hour

In February’s frosty earth this Leap Year Day.

Among snow & stone & lazy tannic leaf you lay.

Oh, surprising bloom, Heaven-sent & hope-filled!

You signal mild winter’s end & salute spring’s slow start.

Oh, modest firstborn, oh, feeble firstling, “lily gild”,

By example, I’m also here, vulnerable but humble in heart.

 

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March 9, 2020 at 9:13 am

Poems: Walking Haiku 19 and 20

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Poems:  February 7, 2018

Walking Haiku 19 and 20

It’s often warm in Maine this winter.  And it’s often really cold.  We have yo-yo weather these days.

As I write, we are expecting a major snow storm, but here on the coast the snow may turn to rain later today.

No No Penny and I had a lovely walk on Monday, the first in some time.

 

19.

February 5, 2018

Hard rain all night long
In February, in Maine
Global warming comes

20.

February 5, 2018

February thaw
Sunshine brims from blue sky and
Sparks fire on the lake

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February 7, 2018 at 10:51 am

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Poems: Haiku 13

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Poems:  December 2, 2017

Haiku 13

 

13.

December 1, 2017

Colors coat the lake
Sky blue, cloud silver, fir green
The sun comes and goes

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December 2, 2017 at 10:35 am

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Poems: Haiku 12

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November 30, 2017

Haiku 12

12

November 27, 2017

The air smells of snow
Ice crusts the river shallows
Solstice time draws near

 

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November 30, 2017 at 12:46 pm

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Poems: Haiku 11 and Learning Herringbone Pattern

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Poem:  November 27, 2017

Haiku 11 and Learning Herringbone Pattern

11.

November 26, 2017

White birches in the
Winter woods seem like ice spikes
Piercing the sky bowl.

 

Here’s my first attempt at making Victoria Findlay Wolfe’s herringbone pattern—from her new book MODERN QUILT MAGIC.  It uses 2 by 8-inch strips.  This SAMPLE  has been trimmed to make a pillow.  For right now I’m just putting this sample into the Parts Department box.  Lord knows I do NOT need any more pillows in my house!!!

And I learned what I need to know.

I do think that I will use this pattern to make a Cotton+Steel low volume lap quilt—a project I have longed to make for some months now.

 

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November 28, 2017 at 12:29 pm

Poems: Haiku 10

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November 27, 2017

Haiku 10

Haiku 10

November 16, 2017

Beneath white snow sky

Cold-frame planted with seeds

Promise of green spring

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November 28, 2017 at 12:22 pm

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Poem: Haiku 9

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Poem:  November 27, 2017

Haiku 9

9.

November 25, 2017

One distant pine grows

Shoulder high over others

It must weather storms

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November 27, 2017 at 10:32 am

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Poems: Haiku 8

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Poems:  November 25, 2017

Haiku 8

8.

November 25, 2017

Wind at top blows strong

And dips into the meadow

Blowing in weather

 

And it did.  We had rain the next day,

 

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November 27, 2017 at 10:31 am

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Poems: Haiku 7 and Work of the Hands

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Poems:  November 26, 2017

Haiku 7 and Work of the Hands

7.

November 24, 2017

Penny at fifteen

Will puppy plan and snuggle

Gift lessons for me

 

It’s a rainy day.

I’m working on the Bonnie Hunter 2017 mystery quilt—alongsides friends near and far—and listening to a Jo Nesbo book (downloaded from the Maine state library system).

 

More pics of finished clue to follow later.

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November 26, 2017 at 11:22 am

Turkey Tracks: Walking Haikus, Haiku 6

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Turkey Tracks:  November 25, 2017

Walking Haikus

6.

November 23, 2017

Walking haikus make

Themselves with no distractions

Soul rhythms emerge

 

Thanksgiving day No No Penny and I walked our “lake” walk.  It’s one of the areas where she can be off-leash, which pleases us both.

The following pictures illustrate what happens when one just sees, hears, and feels on a walk…

…because then an attachment to nature emerges.

The lake is still low from the summer and early fall drought:

The wind over the water is cold so I don a hat and gloves and tighten my neck scarf and zip up my coat.  The cold wind is bracing though and clears out one’s head.

I am reminded of friend Giovanna McCarthy when I feel the warmth of the scarf she made me around my neck.

Penny sets a good pace for us.  But she wanders, too, and that’s what a walk is about for her.  If she gets too far behind, two whistles bring her running to touch my palm.  It’s a game she likes.

The leaves are all gone now.  Look at the color of the sky.  It’s so blue.  It’s not unusual to see rock climbers scaling that cliff.

A view of the lake in the bend of the road.  the white speck at the left edge of the road is Penny.

A small group of mallards comes close enough to get a picture.  The blue sky’s reflections dance across the water.

When I get back into the car, my head is full of haikus.

 

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November 25, 2017 at 2:18 pm