Keeping the wheel spinning
Well there are lots of metaphorical images to be teased from Monday’s shadow of the wheel photo, I had a couple of great comments on Monday’s post that expanded the conversation and I encourage you to check them out.
Looking at the shadows
The other day in the late morning I passed by a bike parked on the pavement, the shadow it cast was very dark and bold against the gray pavement. The shadow was more visually interesting than the bike wheel itself,
Little by Little
I have a story, a confession really, to share with you about my relationship with Heliz Aspersa (Snail’s proper name). As I said in my Monday post I am a snail stomper, tosser and squasher, they wreck havoc on my
Slow down you move too fast
Well, I have a confession to make, I stomp snails. There I've said it. I am generally pretty much a live and let live kind of gal but when it comes to snails I have a zero tolerance policy --
Wabi sabi: finding comfort in the dark
I have been sitting with this idea of wabi-sabi this week. Looking at the beauty in the fading, drying garden. Often I’ll spend time dead heading my roses and other flowers to encourage more blooms, a last bit of autumn
Wabi Sabi: a ladybug at rest among the thorns
On another walk today with my dog Lucky, I came upon the Yarrow patch that I posted a photo of a few weeks back. In the intervening days there has been an October heat wave, days of cool damp fog,
What is a life cycle?
As I worked on my art response this week I kept thinking about what is a life cycle?. Typically, in song and poem the human life cycle is depicted as having one spring, one summer… in the winter of your life
The life cycle of an apple tree
Yesterday I attended an apple tasting held here, were I live, at The Bishop’s Ranch. The tables were filled with a vast array of apple varieties to taste, from “Arkansas Black” to “Winesap”. The tasting was set amidst Gina’s Orchard,
Ode to Common Yarrow: Hold fast your dreams
This week I had a wonderful time working with my scrappy little friend Common Yarrow. I too am broadcasting my seeds in all types of soil, unsure which seed will take hold, which spot is hospitable, where nourishment is found.