a happy birthday and a happy marriage

last october, my husband and i passed what appeared to be a roadkill porcupine on the shoulder of a utah highway. i have never let him hear the end of the fact that we drove past it, and did not turn around at the next exit in order to take a still blog photo of all of those perfectly photogenic quills. yesterday morning, on my 50th birthday, when he saw a roadkill beaver with a perfectly photogenic tail, he elected not to make the same mistake twice. thanks to him and thanks to this beaver for his beautiful tail, and his endearingly eloquent rear foot, which must have enjoyed swimming so much.

roadkill beaver tail and hind leg

highway 61 in white bear lake, saint paul, minnesota

  • margie says:

    true love

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  • Barb says:

    Wonderful and funny! I adore your style and am trying my hand at it!

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  • Ellen says:

    Well, not everyone would be happy with this for her 50th birthday!

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  • Sheryl says:

    That’s a keeper.

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hiding in plain sight

you would think a big 16 inch spire of asparagus standing alongside a walking trail would be impossible to miss, but with everything going vertical this time of year, we almost walked past several of these, and certainly did walk by others that are still standing, obvious and delicious, along this morning’s route. on the other hand our searching gazes did turn any number of other stalks–bracken fern stems, quack grass, buckthorn saplings, willow whips, and one slender green wooden dowel staking out a property boundary–into asparagus.

wild asparagus

sucker lake trail, saint paul, minnesota

p.s. today is my 50th birthday :-)

  • margie says:

    Anazing. Happiest of birthday to you. I hope your family treats you to a most amazing day. hugs

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    • Thanks as always for being so generous and so supportive, and just for being Margie. Your warmth and encouragement make me think of you as a friend even though we have never met in person. If Still Blog had only brought me in contact with you and your sweet and thoughtful daily check-in, I would have counted it a success.

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  • Lolli Pooler says:

    Happy birthday Mary Jo …have an amazing day!

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  • Sara says:

    I’m always excited to see what you will come up with next on STILLblog. You have a wonderful eye for the natural world. Thanks for sharing it. Here’s wishing you a wonderful birthday!

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  • Sheryl C says:

    A very Happy Birthday to you! Thank you for your gift to me (and others)- appreciation for the beauty of nature on a tiny, rather than grand, scale.

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    • Thank you, Sheryl. I’m so grateful to have people like you to share with.

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  • Margaret says:

    wishing you the happiness that you give to us everyday. thank you.

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    • Thank you, Margaret. The kindness of my Still Blog birthday well wishers has overwhelmed me.

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  • Carol Sommers says:

    Have the happiest day ever ! I would say do something very special, but you do that every day with your gifts to those of us who follow you.

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    • Thanks, Carol. It’s so funny because I realized I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday, not because of turning 50 and getting one year older, but because all the hoo-haa of a birthday was going to distract me from such a pleasant and rewarding daily routine. I suppose that makes me sound awfully spoiled, but I feel that way these days.

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  • Manisha says:

    What a nice treat. Happy birthday to you!

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  • Marty says:

    Happy Birthday Mary Jo. I wish I could give you a gift as wonderful as you give me every morning. You have a wonderfully trained eye. Thank you for your gift to us!

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    • I don’t know, Marty. Your comment was an awfully nice gift!

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  • Celia says:

    A very happy birthday to you! Thanks for the many gifts you give the rest of us each morning.

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  • Kathleen says:

    Happy birthday! My brother-in-law turned 50 today too. (May 22nd) I am older than him so can tell you from experience that the fifties are good.

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primitive language

i can’t explain why, but this image seems to be trying to talk. it reminds me of something on a cave wall that means something i should understand if i could only shut down my left brain long enough. i love the spiral so much, but i don’t know what it’s trying to say.

box elder seeds

sucker lake trail, saint paul, minnesota

  • margie says:

    many people see spirals as spiraling inward , and that they have no control over them. I see it in the opposite way, spiraling outward and when we work together, hands and heart the boundaries of our energy are limitless. I love this photograph. xx

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land rights

i found this turkey feather on the sidelines of my son’s soccer game last night. it was stuck in the ground like a territorial flag reclaiming that corner of chippewa middle school for the nation of the wild turkeys. when we got home we sat on the deck for the first mild spring evening of the year and felt very much as if we were interlopers in the kingdom of the birds. we watched in disbelief as the following parade filed, flew, and flitted past: a pair of american redstarts, yellow warblers, yellow rumped warblers, cardinals, blue jays, crows, chickadees, nuthatches, a white egret, a wood duck pair, red winged blackbirds, three bald eagles, one osprey, and, just at dusk, a family of great horned owls. many of these are migrating through on their way to their boreal summer homes. but some will stay with us for the summer, and all were welcome rulers for an evening of these four grateful subjects.

wild turkey tail feather

chippewa middle school soccer fields, saint paul, minnesota

 

 

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birch dreads

these rasta birch twigs had each grown a beautiful head of swaying dreadlocks, as they nodded in the spring wind to a sound unlike reggae, in a place that was nothing like jamaica.

paper birch catkins

vadnais lake, saint paul, minnesota

  • tinajo says:

    Looks beautiful, love the muted colors :-)

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