10.30.2013

Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

 As I took my camera out after dinnertime today, the daylight was fading...but it hung on for me. First I checked the lettuce I had planted a few weeks ago. It's growing well underneath the hoop house we have over one of the raised beds. I may spread a leaf mulch layer around it this weekend to keep it a little warmer at night. Truly, this is a little experiment for us.




The garden needs a good tidying up. I need to pull up the dead plants and throw them in the woods before the ground freezes. I have learned my lesson in previous years. And besides, cleaning the garden is kind of a ritual. It always has a nice feeling when it's cleaned out for the season. It's kind of like the feeling you get when you take down your Christmas decorations....you don't want to let go....but there is something so refreshing about the clean space.




The groomed raised beds lend themselves to this gardener's brain, much as I suppose a blank canvas would beckon to an artist's brush. It's a place to dream for the next season...a place to plot, and plan and map out.





I couldn't help but photograph the zinnias in all the different stages of the lifecycle.






I thought back to spring, when I planted rows of seeds in the two beds at the entrance to the garden.  Zinnias are so forgiving when directly sown into the soil. A little TLC goes a long way. Honestly, I don't thin, and I pack in the seeds. 






All summer I  have enjoyed the colors,  the textures....the gently unfurling petals that serve as a resting platform for bees and moths and hummingbirds.






And today, the feeling remained. Even as I photographed the brown leaves, the faded blooms, I couldn't help but think about the fact that these faded blooms were no longer beautiful to many. The imperfections somehow made them no longer needed or wanted. 





I think about the curse society has placed on us to be enchanted with beauty and youth and to have disdain for imperfection or age.






Instead, we need to search for our own idea of beauty...






I choose to relish the vibrant, 






yet thoroughly enjoy 





the withered,






the searching,






the faded.






After all, ON THE INSIDE, each of these flowers is the SAME!






Each has a seed that will someday give way to new life.




Another lesson learned....in the garden.

Pop by to see Liz for Fresh Cut Fridays!!
Link up your favorite flowers!


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Sorry I have been gone all week.
My husband was having chest pains. After many tests, it was discovered that he had 3 blockages. I am SO very grateful that they were found and fixed. It has been a scary few days. We have been blessed with a tomorrow.....

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10.26.2013

Jack Frost

 Jack Frost visited our neck
of the woods last night.




We awoke to a blanket of white crystals...




....it stretched across the lower part of our field, and criss-crossed the garden...




....the sage and zinnias were dusted with ice crystals....




...lending us their beauty even this late in the season.




The crisp, early morning air filled my lungs...




Hopefully no one noticed my PJ pants peeking out from my wool coat and garden boots....




...and even if they did, it was worth it for these
 peeks at nature that I usually miss as I 
scramble off to work each morning.




The sun was just rising above the horizon....





....lending a gentle fill of light to this autumn world.




The birds were chirping everywhere, begging us for a few feeders full of seed...or perhaps they were enjoying the beauty as much as I was.




And then, in the midst of it all, a confused purple Phlox flourished with more intensity than I have seen all season.




What a great start to the weekend.




10.22.2013

48

I have never really stressed about birthdays.
After all, age is merely a number, it's the interlude that counts....




...that precious time between the numbers....





....when a single yellow leaf brings a curiosity....





...when the drape of a branch intrigues us....






...when a tree burnished with fruit paints truth across our hearts...





....when the seasons give us gifts....






and we harness the offering and incorporate it into how we love and live....into how we act and react....






As I get closer to 50....




...I somehow see more than I saw last year. Or maybe
 I am just looking at the world in a different context.



I hope that never changes.



10.19.2013

Sunset Hike

Taking a sunset hike is a special thing....


....but it's even more special when your 14 year old agrees to come along.


We took the hike at a place called Nasketucket Bay State Reservation.


It's always a treat when there is something this special in your own town, and you have never been. 


It was an overcast, perfect fall day here in southeastern Massachusetts.


Our walk was relaxing and the sights were so beautiful.


The forest was spreading its seeds in the hopes of a fertile spring....


...


The vintage Yashica A box camera proved to be a fun diversion from
the everyday stresses of high school....



There is something very pure about these paths. There is a feeling of being at one with nature.
For a moment I even forgot about dishes, laundry, and correcting papers.



The mosses and lichens and saplings cover the forest floor....


....resting in a cozy blanket of summer's lost leaves, and conifers' dropped needles.


Mother Nature paints this canvas with textures and tones




that seem to emanate from our dreams...




...even a fallen branch becomes a lesson in perspective .....


....and just when you think it can't get much better....


....the forest gives way to the sea....


...the rocky shoreline explodes on the horizon ahead....


...bringing with it views we have never encountered....


....last minute pollinators....


....and  lots of love.


Love for this boy who is almost a man....


Love for this gift of nature...


Love for adventure....


...and sunset hikes.

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Thanks to Alicia from Buzzards Bay Coalition and
 Eric from



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