Do you want to know what it’s really like?
Hmmm? The BEAN is closed!
Until March 5th.
Life, as you summer folk know it, doesn’t exist here.
Slush is dropping from the sky.
There were only 40 or so folk in church on Sunday.
Island teens are sitting in shopping carts,
for the fun of it:
What? It’s better than doing drugs.
Our old cat is sleeping, yes, taking whole naps,
on the counter where he isn’t allowed:
Of course, he’s 19 years old so allowances
are being made.
And me? I’m sorting neckties:
By color and fabric,
in preparation for weaving seats for all those chairs
in the basement.
The bright colors help make up for the weather’s grey.
First, the bracelets we made in Sunday School:
When we finished the knots, we ran one end of the line
through the point of the heart to make a loop.
Then tied the ends through the loop to make a bracelet:
Next, a walk in Squam Swamp,
God’s love is everywhere,
you just have to keep your eyes and heart open:
|in the moss|
|and the lichens|
|carved into bark|
|drawn by a stick|
|A fallen knot|
|A hole in a tree|
|A squirrel’s stash|
|A stone peeking through|
|watch where you step|
|There are worms about, preparing the soil for Spring.|
My fourth-born is in college in Maine.
Her fun spark is seriously missed at home.
As the State of Maine considers hedgehogs verboten,
she had to leave her beloved Asha Ava on Nantucket.
Ava’s doing fine. My third-born has taken over
bathing, nail clipping duties,
and carrying her around in her shirt for company.
Ava’s not prickly unless she’s upset.
This is her new game. She pushes her nose into a split
toilet paper tube until it’s on her back. We call it ‘turtling’.
She looks like a Roman soldier in Turtle Formation.
Have you ever gotten into a situation
where you think,
“How did I get here, and now what do I do?”
This happens to me more than I like.
It seems like an adventure from the ground.
But then where do I go?
And how do I get down?
Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens,
Your faithfulness to the skies,
Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains,
Your justice like the great deep,
O Lord, you preserve both man and beast.
My usual breakfast is oatmeal.
Oatmeal does not fit in with my
‘appreciation of God’s beauty’ theme.
The actual grain is lovely but not the breakfast goo.
Here’s my photogenic morning:
Gather eggs from under this russett hen.
Her nesting box used to be a speaker cabinet.
Wash and display eggs.
Beauty is food for the soul.
Use eggs to make waffles with the waffler,
being careful not to overfill lest the stove require cleaning.
There’s no beauty in a sticky stove.
Wandering along the beach after a storm,
inspecting the wrack line, is a family past-time.
One expects to find:
Scallop shells, eel grass,
Sargassum, a brown algae which grows hundreds of miles away,
in the Sargasso Sea:
Lacey yet tough, to travel intact, all this way.
Makes me wonder about all the plastic we toss out.
How much of it ends up there?
Sir David Attenborough is a favorite naturalist
of our household.
His sense of wonder in his ‘Trials of Life’ videos
exactly captured how we see God’s creation.
Here’s a short video he did on plastics and the oceans.
Something to think about.
A wee tad off-topic, but I wanted to share the thrill:
this little blog has now topped 10,000 hits.
Thanks for reading,
I couldn’t have done it without you.
This is the weekend of Nantucket’s first Birding Festival
I’m not a part of the birder community on the island
as their primary walks occur Sunday morning.
I do at least recognize crows:
I was on a rantum scoot with a friend
around the middle moors when,
suddenly, there was a cacaphony of cawing,
a few birds…
Then, a murder of crows:
I’d never seen so many in one place.
When you get outside,
you catch opportunities to be thrilled and amazed.
There’s so much to see-and hear-in God’s glorious creation.
Such as this beauty, at Long Pond.
Does anyone know what he is?
Martie informs me it’s a cormorant. See his blog here.
In the morning fog on Nantucket
the canna lilies fade:
the canna lilies fade:
The spider webs glow:
And Jesus speaks in the hush: