Sunday, January 29, 2012

MOOSE, TOO !



I'm use to seeing  15 to 20 whitetail deer   and wild turkey  standing at the front  of our house  every  morning, they've been doing it for years -  patiently waiting  for my husband or me to bring out a   bucket of alfalfa and corn blend  to feed them their morning breakfast.

They  faithfully follow us as we place the blend on tree stumps, and scatter it along the rocky path.  One favorite buck, we named Buttons  is always first to greet us, and the first to eat. He prefers nibbling his  pellets  right out of the pail I hold in my hand.

My husband cautions me not to get too attached to the deer,  they are wild after all.  I know he's right.  But,  Buttons is special, a very dear deer you might say.  I could go outside right now, call his name and he'd come to me. Buttons often beds down on a pile of hay outside my study window, and when it's feeding time he  allows me to pet his muzzle.


As I said, it's not at all unusual to see deer, turkey, rabbits, porcupines - once even a raccoon out front. Today, however, we had two new wildlife guests - a mighty sized, magnificent moose and her calf.  The mama's dark chocolate brown color made me think of giant  chocolate bunnies at Easter time - but this moose was no edible candy, she was a marvelous creature of the wild;  Her beauty  awesome to behold.

I watched for the longest time as they stopped to nudge the cold muddy ground with their nose, or chew a piece of green on a leafless tree. They seemed in no hurry to move on,  but cautiously curious about this wooded place, even permitting  me  to to take a few pictures.  Eventually, as if concerned  she might wear out their welcome , Mama  Moose lifted her head and  twixt her ears, as if giving a signal it was time to go,  then  leisurely strolled away.  It didn't take long for  her  young  calf to quickly follow.  I can only hope we made them feel welcome, and they'll stop by to visit another day.


***  Included here is  youtube slideshow of Mama Moose &  Her Calf   (2 minutes)

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Better Way




                How often we seek to be acknowledged,
             to be important to those perceived   important
             in the eyes of the world .  Desiring recognition,
             and acclaim for some striven talent, monetary                                       
             riches or secular goal
             Better it is,  to cultivate a kindly heart, and 
             the practice of  life charitably  lived;  To experience                                              
             love of family and faithfulness of friends


Listed below a few favorite books about family & friends


* Life With Father  by Clarence Day
* Little Women   by Louisa May Alcott
* Mama's Bank Account by Kathyrn McClean
* Pride & Prejudice by Jane Austin
* The Forsyte Saga by John Galsworthy 
* Bee Season by Myla Goldberg


* Friendship Poems  (anthology by Peter Washington -  includes Emily Dickinson,W.H. Auden, Rudyard Kipling, Robert Frost & more) 



























Saturday, January 21, 2012

Lone Bird


                                                                     One lone bird
                                                                     silently sits  on
                                                                     a frozen branch
                                                                     of a leafless tree
                                                                    The earth below
                                                                    covered in powdery
                                                                    snow. Looming overhead
                                                                    a cold, grey sky; i watch
                                                                    the bird as she watches
                                                                    me - if i move too soon
                                                                    she'll fly away







Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Winter Beauty






Yesterday wind and sleet noisily slashed against the  shutters and awning outside our home,  rattling windows and doors.   Swoosh, swoosh, swash. I was reminded of the classic tale of the big bad wolf  huffing and puffing trying to blow down the house of each little pig . Thankful my house wasn't made of twigs or straw.

Today there is no wind. The  slow falling snow is soft and quiet. A peaceful snow blanketing the earth like a freshly laundered white cotton  sheet covering a newly made bed.  Deer gently stride by - their backs speckled with fluffy snowflakes.   I should be doing chores - dusting, cleaning, sweeping the floor but I'm caught in a trance, watching  the wonder of nature's winter beauty



Tuesday, January 17, 2012

January Cold


Cold January days
and  colder nights
bring snow and sleet
and slippery ice
Best to stay in
the shelter of
home, away from
cold gusty wind
and freezing temperature -
to sit in front of
fire's warmth
reading favorite poets
and   authors

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Sudden Impact


 Yesterday morning  while enjoying  the cozy, comfortable atmosphere  at Java-  a favorite downtown Coeur d  Alene hangout  with local artwork and community billboards posted on  the walls,  my friend Liz and I slowly  drank  cappuccino's and  discussed  the latest theme of her current blog for Writing North Idaho,  A Watershed Moment

What prompted my friend's analysis was  Stephen King's current best selling novel, 11/22/63 about time travel, and  the assassination  of  President John F. Kennedy, and the  impact such events have on our national psyche.


Liz contends after  the killing of JFK,  America's children  lost their innocence. I don't disagree, but wonder if the same happened after the assassination's of Lincoln, Garfield and McKinley. Probably , but to a lesser degree. One reason might be because citizen's then  weren't  subjected  to seeing the horror of the President  being shot  live on their  television sets, then watching the replay over and over again.  For us growing up  in the age of Kennedy , there was no escape.  The image was forever embedded into our heart and mind.

 On her blog post Liz presents a well thought out list of  historical   watershed moments - both good and bad - including  the  birth of Jesus Christ and the Bolshevik revolution that made a  huge difference , and greatly changed the way people viewed, and responded to their environment.

I then began thinking more personally about  the  individual watershed moments that effect our lives -  the difficult, and challenging  like divorce , death of ones we love, an auto accident that kills two and critically injures three,  and how our lives are interrupted and abruptly switched  to another path without our consent or desire.   How it  becomes up to us, with the grace of God to adapt, accept, learn and grow. To forgive, overcome, make better. And if we can, to retain a tiny spark of innocence, and hope.


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Sunday, January 8, 2012

The New Year















 A week into the New Year,
with the promise of
resolutions made, and
lofty goals set, of
dreams dreamed and hope
for renewal  of mind,
body, spirit
like freshly  fallen snow
cleansing the land  -
moving toward spring and
new growth

Winter Moon


A white winter
moon, full and bright
shines  like a beacon's
light in the dark
of night.  A golden
glow, a single
row, streams across
the lake,  and gives
shadow to mountain
pines highlighted by
its radiant ray