Magic Moments-maybe Ephemeral

A Promise of spring?

Or a desperate race to survive?IMG_3263 (1024x648).jpgThe leaves blanketing the path rustled and crunched as I climbed along the hillside under a hot dry sky. Trees and bushes anxiously pushed their buds to open or stood still and silent panting in the searing heat of an 80 degree day, unusual for mid April.

In spite of flood warnings two days ago due to torrential rain, North West Connecticut is till officially in a severe drought and the Fire danger is listed as high. Climbing higher I left the vernal pools with their frantic chorus of peepers, chiming frogs, and clacking wood frogs to finally fill my water containers at a cascade of water pouring over and under the rocks. The clear cool water seemed in such a great hurry to leave the dry steep hillside. This hillside is unique in New England in having over 80 different ephemeral spring flowers along one short half mile of trail. The micro climate produced by a North East facing hillside forested in mixed hardwoods and hemlock and covered in shattered glacial rock with seasonal and intermittent streams has made a perfect home for these spring flowers. Only now with the hemlock dying out due to the adelgid infestations and poor snow cover with drought the ephemeral flowers seem to be struggling.

I found my favorite clump of round leaf hepatica and sat in the path to paint. The hot dry wind dried my watercolor wash before I even got it down. Tiny soft petals came out with hard edges and spots of dried paint. It was hard to paint freely or maintain any feel of freshness. The colors on my pallet skinned over and grew hard. I moved; tried some spring beauties and trout lilies (not blooming yet) added wake robins bursting upwards to unfurl their leafs and a froth of corn flower or Dutchman’s breeches. The woods were empty hot and silent. Even the birds had sought a cooler place. But one army of animals found me: ticks. When one crawled across my pallett I called it quits and headed home.

Singing the praises of having a deep well and a lovely new shower I took advantage of both head to toe. Tomorrow I’ll venture forth again. After all I loved being in the quiet woods ticks or no ticks. Perhaps shady brook will be a little kinder and my painting made easier.

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Angel in the dust

Holly

Magic Moments are Meant to Share

The Beauty of Your Dreams

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
Steve Jobs

Dreams

Be careful what you water your dreams with. Water them with worry and fear and you will produce weeds that choke the life from your dream. Water them with optimism and solutions and you will cultivate success. Always be on the lookout for ways to turn a problem into an opportunity for success. Always be on the lookout for ways to nurture your dream.
Lao Tzu

Dreams

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.
Eleanor Roosevelt

Dreams

WISHING ALL OF YOU A GREAT WEEK

Magic Moments of Gratitude

Purple Asters and golden rod reaching down to kiss their reflection in the still dark water-

Bright grey-green lichen and red leaves reflected in the quietly running stream-

Golden sun dappling the lane through the tree tops high above-

A young hawk swooping down and up again before the slowly coasting car and miracle-               I stopped- and looking though my new sun roof took a magic moment to observe-

 

All these things and more were offered on my walk this morning but only received because of the love shown me by J, J,  R, and A. -Thank you dear friends.

 

Further, my gratitude flows out to those who organized and led us in a candlelight vigil for Sibyl and Lee Pellum Sunday night. Though I can not know all who attended I feel connected and grateful for this community of friends and humbled by their numbers as I continue to remember Lee’s goodness and pray for Sibyls healing. ( for readers of this blog outside our local community: these were two good friends who were out on their daily morning walk when a young man swept them to oblivion as he left the road with his car-a tragic accident which is much too common.) Drive carefully, please.

 

Your angel in the dust

Magic Moments-Morning Sunshine through the Trees

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Although my camera battery was almost flat i still managed to shoot about 8 photos before it quit. Now I will try my hand at a watercolor using some of the layering technique Carsten so kindly shared on his blog.The colors here are cooler than in his woods so my palette will be different.

 

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My friend (This quick shot turned out to be a lovely picture of her so I hope she does not mind my including it here) and i went for a hike this morning. We took joy in finding old friends along the trail; Hepatica and round-leaf violets, wild ginger, Indian cucumber, foam flower, false Solomon seal and many more that we had visited on earlier hikes. But only the leaves remain. The flowers are long gone now replaced by purple and orange berries glowing bright among the green lace of ferns.

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and this giant fist brought a poem by Rumi painfully to mind-as i looked backwards in time.

You have become as hard as rock.

What can rock do to a heart of glass but

Shatter it to pieces?…..

Angel in the Dust