Sometimes in good weather after I’ve delivered Quetzal to school, I take the long way home. And often on these drives I pass an elderly man out for his morning walk. He’s close to ninety years, I’d say, bent and a bit shaky, but alert and still active.
This morning when I passed the man, he was standing in the grass just down the hill from his house. Continue reading
Last week in the rains, a frog leaped out from a row of yellow beans I was harvesting to land directly in my bucket about three feet away. As the bucket was almost full, and as I was on my knees, the frog and I were instantly eye-to-eye and intimate, his eyes showing greenish-yellow, mine maybe grayish-blue.
And as I didn’t say anything, and the frog didn’t say anything, we became close-up studies for each other, two strangers trying on their best Tao. Continue reading
Always on a rainy, late Saturday night you can find a photo that surprises. You may have to look over 6,000 to find but one, but still…
A photo by Lorenzo Mittiga. Dona Thud. Dona lives on Bonaire, an island off the coast of Venezuela. At last count she was somewhere into her 90’s.
(Consider clicking on the photo to better appreciate it.)
The white shift, the white hair, the advanced age, and yet the palpable sense Continue reading
It’s July, high summer, and there have been rains and days of blue sky and at night the distant back-and-forth calls of the Barred owls. The yellow beans are foremost, the sweet onions, and soon coming the heavy-set tomatoes and yellow sunflowers. Quetzal and her friend Christine have been swimming at Lucus Pond with the dogs, baking shortbread, and we have been to the ocean in the early morning and likewise at night.
This morning a crow dropped into the garden for a duck egg I tossed out days ago. He landed, cocked his head, triangulated, hopped across a few furrows, crouched–and drilled that egg through. When I looked with binoculars I could see egg-shine across the length of his beak. And when he lifted and banked south toward Pawtuckaway Mountain, I’m almost certain that shine was his only load.