Between the Waters

Snow Dreams

Posted by: EarlB, 2:56 AM GMT on January 20, 2013

Morning Glory,
Tendril-twined to
Everything within it's reach,
Trumpets love's invitation
To each passing moth:
Come sweet-away the day.

Sunshine blush
On petal and wing...
Waking, slowly waking….

It's still snowing,
Wind still blowing.
Time for more wood
In the stove.
Smoke goes tendril-twining
To the sky.

Coldwind glow
On face and hands…
Sleepy, slowly getting sleepy….

Updated: 1:47 AM GMT on January 21, 2013

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Seasonings

Posted by: EarlB, 2:19 AM GMT on January 09, 2013

Dearest Zoe,

The Christmas season is slipping by us once again, and like it is as one
gets older, both time and the holidays fly by.

There have been a few false alarms with predictions of snow flurries here,
and, I must admit that I've felt a bit of disappointment when only rain fell. I
still have a bit of the "kid" in me, I suppose.

And talking about seasons coming to an end, the deer hunting season here
ended on Saturday. From newspaper stories I've read and just a general
quiet compared to other years, I wonder if the hunters are a happy group
this year: slim pickings.

Over the past months, I've seen a group of four deer, a mature female, a two
year old and two yearlings grazing their way across the field. None of them are
high priority targets for hunters unless the hunter is desperate or hungry. So few
hunters hunt primarily for food anymore, shooting a trophy male and "sport"
(of killing?) seem to drive the need to hunt. Both reasons annoy me, and made
it easy to stop letting hunters hunt on the property.

One day AFTER hunting season, all seemed to change for the deer. I looked
out into the field late yesterday afternoon and saw twelve deer strolling across
the field. Do you think that the deer "knew" that hunting season was over?
At the least, it was an odd coincidence that I've noticed over the years. It
always makes me laugh. I even had one of the smaller deer bed down ten
feet from the flagpole in the front yard. I feared the worst for it, thinking that it
might have been wounded, but a half hour after I first saw it, it was gone,
just another visitor to the "ark".

We've talked about it many times before: we know so little about the world
in which we live, it's such a complex state of affairs. Every question we answer,
uncovers ten more questions, and, in the end, I'd bet that there will more
questions than answers. The season for learning never ends, so, keep asking,
it's just as important as answering!

Love,

Uncle Roy