spring floods have ended–
now summer floods of sunshine
are upon the fields
–photo by me
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Blue Eyes Update
I’m out here at my friend’s farm today to check up on Lil Blue Eyes, the orphaned fawn. Shes seems to be doing quite well indeed, and it’s sweet, the way she follows Stephanie around like she’s her mom. She gives her little smooches in appreciation, and I can’t help but think of the words Jesus spoke:
“…I was hungry, and you gave me food;
I was thirsty, and you gave me drink;
I was a stranger, and you took me in;
I was sick, and you cared for me…”
I must admit that those words seem so far away from our nation’s current direction. They’re fading away, becoming abstract, unreal. But at least, here, right now, they’re real.
–Photo by me
On the Road Again
We may never know why the chicken crossed the road, but here’s a few possible motives for some other animals:
Though they each cross the road for different reasons and with different modes of locomotion, they all have one common goal in mind: to get to the other side without encountering man. Could that go for chickens, too?
–Photos by aaron and me
wordless wednesday 7/6/22
–photos by me
shot of the day 7/4/22
wildflowers show the way
like the innumerable stars
that illuminate the dark
dusty lanes of the galaxy
–photo by me
gold rust
to me, an antique
is not merely old,
but truly unique
and may even hold
an air of mystique
more precious
than gold
–photo by me
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when mother goose had her first brood,
a rift in her marriage ensued:
her high steppin’ gander
began to philander
whenever he felt in the mood
–photo by me
writer’s block (shadorma)
writers’ minds
may hold the small seeds
of some great
ideas
and yet, they may find themselves
waiting for the wind
–photo by me
meadow magic
there are meadows
in the forests
ever shrouded
by the trees,
where daisies
dance with fairies
when there’s magic
in the breeze;
where elves and imps
and pixies too
come from
everywhere
to dance among
the flowers
when there’s magic
in the air
Lady Slippers
There were certain girls in high school so beautiful that they could get any of us insecure young boys to carry their books, even though we knew that we were just being used; that’s what the Lady Slipper orchid reminds me of.
They are also very beautiful, especially the Pink Lady Slipper, Minnesota’s State Flower. They lure unsuspecting bees into their pink little pods through a one-way opening. Once inside, the bees find out there is no nectar for them, the usual payment for their help in pollination, and are, in fact, trapped inside.
Upon wrestling around to make their way to a small hole in the back, they shed any pollen they might have brought in on the plant’s female reproductive parts, and when they squeeze through the small opening in the back to escape, little packets of pollen from the male reproductive parts stick to their backs.
So they end up carrying the load without getting any nectar. Sounds familiar, all right.
–Photo by me
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