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Turkey Tracks: Celebrating Spring Snow Drops
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.
Poems: Walking Haiku 19 and 20
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
Poems: Haiku 13
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
Poems: Haiku 12
November 30, 2017
Haiku 12
12
November 27, 2017
The air smells of snow
Ice crusts the river shallows
Solstice time draws near
Poems: Haiku 11 and Learning Herringbone Pattern
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.
Poems: Haiku 10
November 27, 2017
Haiku 10
Haiku 10
November 16, 2017
Beneath white snow sky
Cold-frame planted with seeds
Promise of green spring
Poem: Haiku 9
Poem: November 27, 2017
Haiku 9
9.
November 25, 2017
One distant pine grows
Shoulder high over others
It must weather storms
Poems: Haiku 8
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,
Poems: Haiku 7 and Work of the Hands
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.
Turkey Tracks: Walking Haikus, Haiku 6
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.
