Sparkling Lotus Ink

seasonal shifting

I'm officially committing to spending more time with my DSLR.   I want to get good at it!

Yesterday was our fourth day of sunshine in a row.  Love the way the volunteer white pine windrow by the driveway has started to hold and reflect light in a way that almost looks like dew or rainfall.

When we transplanted red bee balm from the field to the evolving sanctuary garden a self-seeded radicchio plant hitched a ride.  Now we'll have this lovely blue self-seeding here and there throughout a second garden space.  Really thrilled about that.

Today is J's birthday.  He shares the date with Mary - a detail that's always been very significant to his mother.  We really like our statue  in her replacement position.  It will be major dollars to "fix" the tree situation in a total way but J has a plan for getting the rest of the fallen trunk removed from her stone pedestal.  Might not get to it until spring though.  I may decide She needs to live on the porch for the winter to prevent a snowblowing catastrophe.

love this moody shot of the Maple by the front door.
before I brought out the camera I rescued a drone from the birdbath.  The creature was super waterlogged and inert but I had a sense of life presence so I carried the bee to a large burdock leaf nearby.  The wet spot is where I put him to expell and groom away water.  When I first put him down he moved just two legs very feebly.  This pic was taken about 20 minutes later.  You can see his wings are still plastered to his body.  Also, at the time I took this pic I was dismayed to think he was missing his front left leg.
This pic was taken about a half an hour later.  The bee is very nearly completely dry, his left front leg is fine, and he'd traveled about three and a half feet to the very tip of the leaf.  Seemed as if he was waiting for his wings to dry a little more before taking off.  When I came back from putting my camera in the house he'd gone ...

light & green

on Sunday I spent an entirely pleasant few hours sitting in a camp chair with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones.  spent a bit of time looking around and breathing deeply.  Snapping pictures from time to time but mostly I was spotting for J while he did this:

and this

and also this

With no prior experience and only a variety of you-tube videos for guidance an early learning mistake was the best of all way-showers.  J had to dig the augur out manually.  That gave me time to take pictures of places I love to document as they flow towards full leafing.

Hickories are the last to leaf.  and also one of the most beautiful unfurling ballets branch-to-branch.

The familiar view expands with fresh life.

earlier in the day (at 7:30 a.m.) I set-out a bowl with three Iris flowers. 

Here's the bowl at its alchemical mid-point.  This is one of the most radiant and light soaked mother stocks I've had the honor of shaking to life.  It's astounding to me what's been unfolding bowl by bowl.  The summer season hasn't started and I've already harvested 11 essences. 

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On Monday we were meant to finish getting the fence post holes augured.  Instead I spiked a fever and then had a most un-pretty meltdown due to a debilitating fibromyalgia flare-up that refused to let me push through it to the other side is how I think of it.  I've had three flare-ups in the past two weeks.  Feels like an entirely lateral shift from fleeting but mercilessly potent anxiety attacks of the previous few weeks. 

J was okay about the tool going back with having only used it one day of the two he'd planned.  Said using the powerful machine the day before 'took a toll' and as a result he was fine with the zen of digging all the rest of the holes - save one that will be difficult.  There may be more problem-soiving needed between us as a result.

Look how she's growing!   I will try to get a better shot of the branch canes which are hugely attractive to me.  Kind of like bamboo at this stage.  Spent yesterday doing nothing but read The Year of the Flood, plan what I hoped to be able to accomplish today in the outside world (I did), and watering the host of seedlings pictured below.  Fall asleep about 6:30 in the evening.  Slept through until 5:30.  Got up and walked around just to see how my joints felt once in motion.  I felt at 60% capacity and trusted I would renew even more energy and cellular nurturing over the coming days. 

Right now I am accepting that part of what's involved in getting back into physical balance will involve re-setting my weird classic-teenage biorhythms. My physical/mechanical body had an ongoing conversation with both my soul and critical thinking brain.  By day's end I'd replaced grim what if this means that and then that and that and that with a sense of optimism.  Because:

Everything from my basement greenhouse is happy and we are in the throes of planting a little here and there.  This evening J and I transplanted three clumps of red bee balm from the very edge of the transplant bed.  It's being pushed out of the garden by a ground-cover(ing) veronica that ran wild at the old place.  I did not bring any here on purpose!  Took five years to appear and since then everything else is being pushed farther and farther into the grass.  I worried the three bee balm colonies we ultimately relocated would be destroyed or seriously maimed by the fence process. 

Just before twilight J dug troughs roughly a third deeper than necessary.  I added lobster compost and J chopped it in the soil below the trough then remixed after adding the dug-up soil.  We planted the first two with equal measure of care and firmness.    As we worked J made ongoing note of the soil's superb condition.  How free of root pieces and little stones it was.  When we got to the last chosen planting site the soil was so impeccable he said

you weren't fucking around.

allowing myself a shy quiet moment of pride I then felt it was important to provide context.  I pointed down at the soil and said

this was the day we found out T needed a biopsy.

We planted that clump extra tenderly. 

The waxing crescent moon of this evening was fantabulous

Grandfather Hickory

Isn't he magnificent?!?  This is how he appears from our front steps throughout our green-season months.  His presence is the first thing I register when I hit the bottom of the stairs and automatically open the door to release the cat.  But there's nothing automatic about the way I stand and gaze at our property's western guardian every morning and night.   One of the things I love most about this image (other than it being one of the few times I've successfully captured the greenalicious haze and harmony that personifies what this place looks and feels like roundabout my birthday) relates to the way Grandfather's shadow rolls up the widening lawn in a capture that illustrates his clear embrace of this Place.    

[I'd also like to point out the graceful young Maple lass in the lower left third's top edge.  She is growing from a stump we judged to be 10 to 15 years old upon arrival. I blogged about Her a few times in the first years here before my big Unplug.]

I took this picture from the dooryard/driveway of the farmhouse across the road.  For awhile now I've been drawn to have reference material for drawing Grandfather from his west-facing profile-side.    Before that I'd spent an hour or so bombing around in the part of our little woods that's open to human passage.  Eventually this brought me back where I'd started and set me walking along the mildly nerve-wracking (due to its narrowness) hump of walk-able ground between woods terrain and the most oft-traveled road in these parts. 

Grandfather's north-facing profile is something I don't usually notice.  To begin with, this road is dangerous to walk along although people do it all the time.  Living where I do I've borne at least auditory and directly-after-the-fact witness to the human risk* of doing so.  Driving on the road with my array of witness experiences, I'm virtually never looking at the tree although I surely feel his presence holding me steady.  Keeping me on point constantly scanning for *people who, more than likely, have no choice but to walk the road in order to secure their groceries.  But I do often admire his opposite southern-facing profile from the passenger's seat with J. when we're heading home from where-ever we've been to the south or west.

This was the best approximation/partial rendering I could get from the middle of the far less traveled street just around the corner from the road.  Truncated to insure privacy for my farm neighbors.  Except these two who were STOKED when I appeared first in the cow's line of vision across the road and then drawing ever-closer while cow did the same and then directly adjacent to the goat's rock there just inside their electrified World.  Both of them posed almost expectantly.  Realized they'd been watching me snippy-snap all my way along the journey to THEIR place and probably understand on their own terms about phone cameras.  But more importantly I realized at a sensory level their oasis of Sanctuary.  Both clearly secure in their Place within a larger Place-for-All.  Farmer lady told me summer before last that the goat could easily jump clear of the wires whenever he pleased "but he likes the cow."  Indeed.  Who wouldn't.

While I was talking to them as I rewarded their posing efforts I realized Grandfather is part of their bedrock life's landscape just as much as mine.  I don't know what that means to them collectively as a micro-herd or as individuals.  But I know they know Grandfather is there.

stand still with me .1

Hours ago I took this particular shot with sharing in mind.   So we could all just stop and look without the razzmatazz of blooming things.  The center background is vertically grounded by the hemlock I've left mostly alone up until last spring.  I haven't tampered with the tree's intentional shape or inherent architecture but I have cut off a raft of secondary branches that were blocking several hours of sunlight a day from the frog pond's general eco-system.

The foreground features original plantings of standard mid-70's issue:  never-fail hostas.  Seriously run amok rudbekia/brown eyed susan, chocolate mint, astibles, columbine, 3 different sorts of iris and spurge.  These are inter- mixed with a variety of native asters and milkweed that I've welcomed and encouraged.  Also way off to the far right corner of this space out of picture-range - there's a wonderful epimedium that's trebled in size under my care and unfailing admiration.

[am pointedly not mentioning the pachysandra in this area and elsewhere.  in an ideal world I would never ever mention this specific plant and it's 'miraculous' mid-70's Fool Proof planting solution status. But someday I will do an entire post illustrating what an ecological dilemma this diabolically invasive plant poses.] 

The skewed mitre-frame beyond the straw mulching created by dried plant stalks.  Follow that line of tall extinguished plant matter.  It joins with a comparable line to form a not-right angle.  This is goldenrod.  I hope to root-out more of it before the ground freezes but there are a number of other things I hope to do with a lot more sense of urgent purpose.   The large rust colored mound of spent flowers just left of center is a snowball viburnum.  The tree to its left, directly in front of the hemlock, is a Japanese dogwood.  She's not completely well but I prune all dead branches over the fall, January thaw, and earliest spring.   When we first arrived she was merely partially dead but she barely flowered.  Now the tree's yearly rise of life-force is contained solely in living wood.  She flowers beautifully and on every bough that's survived the winter.

Two volunteer offspring saplings flank their mother.  One is incredibly robust and may in my lifetime replace her mama in the role of visual anchor.  She'll be tall and lithe but ever so off-the-mark by a yard or two in relation to where a Perfect Eye would place, plant and maintain the backbone planting features.  I've planted another somewhat less date-the-trend type of tree; in a comparably less design-y obvious place but right along the same undeniably pleasing sight line.  Will introduce the Fair Lass on the other side of winter.  It will be her second here and how she responds next spring will determine whether she's planning to put energy into being a 'proper' tree or if she'll survive more happily as a multi-sprigged shrub.  

Also share-worthy:  yesterday a/k/a the first day-long sun we had after so much rain sleet or snow - I did indeed visit Grandfather Hickory just as I intended.  I would share more of him and his Place beyond my personal sense of connection but that would involve walking rather than standing still with me.  Today I'd much rather we all just stand still in this moment of embrace. 

ouch

Hello.  I'd like to introduce you to one of my most important tree friends here in the walking-around world of my life since the late '90's.  This is a Shagbark Hickory that may or may not still exist within the energetically percolating surroundings of a nearby nature sanctuary that's definitely still "with us".  I'd planned to take a jaunt over there at some point during the weekend to see if the tree still stood.  My sense is that it does. 

The plan was to go there on something of a re-con in and out mission due to hunting season.  After not being there for ten years the instinct is to wander around at length looking and examining privately while also documenting all areas that I used to document when this was my Wild place to go.  Take an offering of a very specific nature for the tree, hug it if it still stands.  Take some pictures if that felt right.

The idea's been germinating since partway through my reading of The Overstory but by last mid-week it felt imperative that I take myself there ASAP.  Not sure why.  But it's certainly true that this specific tree  remains a shining beacon to me in meditation, dreams and by way of the infinitude of pictures I took of it during all seasons over the course of 6 or 7 years' time.  But then something or other that I did on Friday made my lumbar spinal region quite unhappy.  It coulda been anything, really, because I was 'way more into getting things done bing bam boom than I was mindful of how, exactly, I was [evidently mis]-using my body along the way.

In consequence I'm currently having a lot of sciatic nerve pain from its root allllllll the way along its course, top to tip.  This is not a new thing for me - it's just a thing I generally stay mindful enough to avoid aggravating to the degree that I have to stop my life to get things properly soothed and healed.  I haven't answered any emails since this re-injury made itself known.  Will get back to everyone as soon as it's no longer foolish to sit up and type in this manner for more than the time it's taken me to get this written and posted.

LOVE.

This was the third or fourth time I hugged the Shagbark Hickory.  The scarred-over wound portrait at the top of this post contained holes where I left many gifts and healing talismans as offerings to the tree's medicine spirit.  Did this for more than a year before telling the tree I was moving in for the embrace.  Will tell that story at some point after my spine's in a better state of balance.