summer

this daylily has turned itself into a trumpet, and the trumpet is blaring “summer! summer is here! summer! really! suuuhhhh-MMMEERRRRRRR!!!” i may have just spent an evening serenaded by green frogs, while watching the fireflies in the cattails, with a bowl of fresh picked blueberries in the fridge. and i will admit that these events may have affected my interpretation of the meaning of this day lily. maybe. sure.

daylily

saint paul, minnesota

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high density housing

let’s all agree to be different colors and sizes and live peacefully in our own spaces, happily adjacent to beauty that is valuable because it is other than we.

nest and egg collection

 

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  • Carol says:

    Perfect

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  • Dede says:

    amen and agreed!

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  • Suzanne says:

    Well put.

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bill the cat

remember bill the cat, from the bloom county cartoon? the strung out orange tabby with the skinny druggie’s pot belly, who always sat slightly askew, and said “ack,”  and “thhphthhhpphthhh?” this scraggly feather reminds me of bill the cat. it doesn’t want our sympathy. it just wants some gasoline to drink, in order to wash down that hairball.

found feather

turtle lake, saint paul, minnesota

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  • Nancy Friedland says:

    Bill the Cat is alive and well! Check out Bloom County on Facebook. Berk Breathed was never so relevant, entertaining or poignant as he is now.

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against the grain

i felt spent and unimaginative yesterday and couldn’t find anything to shoot that i hadn’t already shot, and in some cases, shot multiple times. my rule when i’m stumped has always been to find inspiration by going narrower, or deeper, or both. so i went narrow, looking around me while sitting on the living room couch, and suddenly my gaze landed on our stack of firewood. “hello, firewood,” i said. “my name is mary jo.”

firewood end cuts

saint paul, minnesota

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  • erica says:

    Ooooh, end grain. When I was hiking near Hiroshima about a decade ago, I had the opportunity to view the end grain of a tree that had fallen across the path and been cut away. The tree, well over 100 years old, had a dark, angry circle about 60 cycles of xylem and phloem in from the bark.

    I wonder what stories your firewood has to tell?

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rough cut

i had big ambitions to spell out something witty, or at least inspired, on this leaf this morning. but i started with that “w” and look at it. it’s a mess. all the little leaf fibers made the process less like scissoring construction paper than like trying to slice pulled pork with a spoon. after 20 minutes or so, i had spelled out a tentative and unconvincing invitation to “wander.” after which, i followed my own advice, and wandered to starbucks for an iced vanilla latte.

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  • Susan says:

    I love it!

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  • Dede says:

    I love it too! Great advice!

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