madame moth

DSC_1108

One evening this week I went into my room and found a large brown moth playing a rather dangerous game of tag with the ceiling fan spinning over my bed.  I quickly turned the fan off but the moth continued to fly around like something crazy so I turned off all but one of the lights in the room.  The moth gravitated toward it and settled down on a closet door.  I was able to get a photo and then attempted to trap it under a large glass in order to take it outside where it belonged.  However, Madame Moth had other ideas and escaped the glass with fluttering wings…..to my shoulder.  I did a quick, sly shuffle, while squealing, toward the door but alas, it vanished off my shoulder and disappeared.  For the remainder of the night I found myself absentmindedly brushing at my hair and clothes.  I hadn’t seen the moth fly away and felt as if it were still on me somewhere.

The next morning……….

DSC_1110

I found it on the light pink curtains in the bathroom.  The curtain rod was one of those spring loaded kinds that can be adjusted between the window frame so I took another photo and then pulled the entire curtain down and took it and the moth outside….where it belonged.  We have a large wrap around porch and I put the curtains on the quiet side, away from doors and activity of people and pets, on a small table.  The poor moth was so still and silent that I wondered if it was even alive.  I checked on it throughout the day and it never moved.  I felt badly that I hadn’t been able to get it outside the night before when it was so obviously full of life.

The next morning…….

DSC_1113

It was gone, all but a single leg and 11 chartreuse colored eggs.  I think it left it’s leg behind because even I had a hard time removing it from the curtain, it was hooked into the fabric rather tightly.

DSC_1120

The eggs look amazingly like green grapes.

you’re part of my heart

DSC_0372 2

SUMMER
VACATION

DSC_0375 1

We went to the playground.

DSC_0382 2

DSC_0387 2

DSC_0388 1

The boys had friends over to play baseball, football, video games, fishing, swimming….

DSC_0394 1

If we should be so lucky
as to touch the lives of many, so be it.
But if our lot is not more than the setting of a table,
or the tending of a garden,
or showing a child a path in the woods,
our lives are no less worthy.
Kent Nerburn

DSC_0395 1

Grace and I went for a long walk through the woods, visited Sam-cat and the chickens.  She read to me the medicinal values of yarrow and elderberry, she chewed yarrow even though she didn’t have a tooth ache and said it made her tongue numb.  Mountain Laurel is in bloom and almost done.  We ate wild strawberries and sniffed deeply of wild roses.

I think this is how we’re supposed
to be in the world ~
present and in awe.
Anne Lamott

We went together to take our small visitors home and then to the grocery store where she is getting ready to work this summer.  I made chili and pasta for dinner.

DSC_0411

It’s fake blood.

DSC_0422 1

I sent Sarah upstairs to play while I worked in the kitchen.  When I went to get her for dinner I found her on the floor…fast asleep.

Summertime, fun and exhausting!

How was your day?

life itself is grace

DSC_0505

(violets for thia) my friend

“Real love creates a generous openness.  Have you ever been so caught up in something that you just had to share it?  When you are walking alone in the woods, something takes your breath away–a sunset, a waterfall, the simple song of a bird–and you think, ‘If only my beloved were here’.  The best things in life were meant to be shared.”
The Sacred Romance, by John Eldredge

I do so love to share life with you here.  We had a full and happy weekend and I know you did, too.  Isn’t it grand?  Air to breath, faces to smile, good food to enjoy, family, friends, sports, hometown plays, children, grown ups, secrets?

beautiful things don’t ask for attention

open your eyes and notice (be on the look out!)

often life brings me to tears

lovely things are silent

Lovely things are silent….
Rosebuds waxing bloom,
Shadows stealing softly
In a darkened room;
Dragonflies on rushes,
Stars in dark blue skies;
Hatching, fuzzy birdlets,
Love in sweethearts’ eyes.

Lovely things are silent. . .
Rainbows in the sky,
Violets shedding fragrance,
A soft breeze waltzing by;
An apple tree in blossom,
Sunsets all aglow;
Moonlight on the water,
Falling soft white snow.

Lovely things are silent. . .
Foam clouds in the sky,
Hummingbirds at flowers,
Butterflies gliding by,
A spider’s dainty spinning,
Wild flowers on a hill.
I bow my head in silence
And in my heart I’m still.
~Betty Fox Solberg

It’s 44 degrees at our place this morning and there is a cheerful fire going in our wood pellet stove.  I’m still in my comfortable clothes, with thick socks and slippers on, too.  Jacob is getting ready for college and work, our chocolate lab is snoring at my feet.  Cat snoozing on the windowsill behind me.  The house is quiet and peaceful.

Outside purple and white violets are still in bloom.  Some of our town has lilacs open, but mine are not flowered yet.  I worry about the trees because last year’s gypsy moth eggs have hatched, there are tiny baby caterpillars everywhere.  Baby turtles were found on the bank of the pond this weekend, a miracle in miniature.

‘Tis the season of shivering as we watch our boys play little league baseball.

My husband preached yesterday in church.  The whole service did something to my heart; softened it.  Love was in the air.

Our daughter Grace is a senior in High school.  There is nervousness in the family because we know “last times” are happening and happening fast.  In the fall, our three oldest children will be going away to college.

This weekend was “the last school drama production”.  I cried and so did she.  Oh how she has loved being part of it all. . . .

Grandma and Grandpa came to watch her.  We had time for a ramble in the woods and a trip to town, too.  Ice cream cones, laughter, games of catch for the boys.

*  * * *

“Not to us, O Lord, not to us, but to your name give glory.”

“. . . .this happened (life itself?) so that the work of God might be displayed.”

DSC_0322 1

girls visiting before getting ready for the play on Saturday; Brittany and Grace

DSC_0324 1

our family pianist

DSC_0327 2

Grandma’s here!

DSC_0334 1

my mom, my friend

we enjoy the same things; home decorating, kitchen life, family, and nature, birding. . .

DSC_0341

IMG_3653

I ran the baby turtle back to the house to show the children. A wonder and a marvel.

DSC_0330

thick grapevine growing up and into a tree

IMG_3660

marsh marigold, ferns growing

IMG_3662

crossing the stream with a handful of apple blossoms

DSC_0364 1

garden flowers

DSC_0366 2

granddaughter and her grandma

DSC_0372 1

the brothers were practicing baseball and grandpa couldn’t resist joining in

DSC_0360 1

I think ofttimes as the night draws nigh
Of an old house on the hill,
Of a yard all wide and blossom-starred
Where children played at will.  ~Author Unknown

IMG_3668

coffeeshop

IMG_3669

street bench

IMG_3671

little lady with her grandpa, eating chocolate

ice cream

DSC_0418

Grace’s last high school drama production:  Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

DSC_0419 1

dancing in the middle of the stage with the boy in white shirt

DSC_0432 1

“Old bamboo” number

DSC_0442

scene at the beach song and dance

DSC_0455 1

very old inventors “The Roses of Success” song and dance (Grace is in the middle)

DSC_0464 2

teamwork song (second to end, next to her friend Jenna)

DSC_0474 1

“The Bombie Samba”

DSC_0476 1

final bows

DSC_0479

finale

DSC_0480

DSC_0489

a touching tribute to their beloved director, as this was her last musical

IMG_3691

after the show on Saturday night

IMG_3693

lots of hugs

IMG_3696

with her proud Grandpa and Dad

DSC_0498 2

after the show on Sunday

many tears were shed

DSC_0500 1

Dad with his precious daughter; we are so proud of you, Grace.

Happy Monday friends!

thankful for:

friendship
love notes on the counter from an older brother
little hands touching my hair
questions from curious minds
my husband’s embrace
my husband going to the gas station to get me cream for my coffee this morning
a caring school nurse calling to tell me Sarah has a sore throat
purring cats
warmth inside when outside is shivery
guitar clips via text from Ethan, who is coming home this week
the start of a fresh new week; may God bless us everyone!

“And the parched ground shall become a pool, and the thirsty land springs of water.”  Isaiah 35:7

 

birds and blooms

DSC_0172 1

DSC_0177

American Goldfinch; in the trees at the dam by the stream

DSC_0180

Eastern Phoebe; wire fence by stream

DSC_0189 1

Black and White Warbler; high in treetops

DSC_0191 1

Ovenbird; in the woods (next pic shows the stripes on the top):

DSC_0197 1

DSC_0212

Tufted Titmouse; tree by my house

DSC_0215

Blue-gray Gnatcatcher; bushes by the driveway (first sighting) It’s a small and very pretty bird.

DSC_0221 1

Sparrow; very common, however I loved him because he threw and stiffened his whole body into his singing.

It takes a powerful amount of energy to be a song bird.

DSC_0231

This bird was in the woods this morning, I identified it as a Veery using the Merlin ID app on my phone.

DSC_0234

Chipmunk frozen in fear in the woods because he saw me.

DSC_0244

Warbling Vireo; bushes on the edge of the field

(not positive about the identification)

DSC_0254 1

Catbird; I love the way they sing

DSC_0264

This unidentified hawk (?) made several passes over us all (myself and the little birds) which put a damper on things because he (I’m sure) likes eating little birds.  But maybe he was looking for mice?

DSC_0277 1

Common Yellowthroat; isn’t it’s black mask and yellow bib pretty?

DSC_0289 1

I think this is a Female Eastern Towhee but it was difficult to get a photo.  It was on the ground the whole time, scratching into the leaves finding food.  As soon as I found it in the camera frame it would hop out of it again.  The bird book shows a female looking like this with a white breast (which this one may have but I couldn’t see it).  A male Towhee was singing up in the branches which also led me to believe it was it’s mate.

DSC_0292

Male Eastern Towhee

DSC_0305 1

Mallard Duck; I sat on a boulder with him in the distance but close enough that I could still hear him quacking now and then.  Very companionable.

DSC_0306

Cardinal; isn’t it pretty with all the gray background and spots of red buds?

DSC_0311 1

Apple blossoms

DSC_0314 1

and Marsh Marigolds

The gypsy moth egg casings are hatching out which means that there are tiny caterpillars EVERYWHERE, it’s rather like a plague.  It’s a nature phenomena that I have never seen before in the 10 years we’ve lived here.  WAY too many.  So I’m hoping that all the birds (and chipmunk) photographed in this blog post like to eat them.

I brought home a branch of apple blossoms and put them in a blue vase by the sink.  I picked some white and purple violets, too.

frosty sunday morning

DSC_0498 1

Time to be, time to dream, time to do nothing but wander in outside, free, in nature.

It’s invaluable for young and old.

Doesn’t the red winged black bird remind you of an English Guard?

There is beauty abundant in each ordinary day……and it often stops me in my tracks.

DSC_0509

DSC_0510

DSC_0514

DSC_0519 1

DSC_0524

DSC_0537

DSC_0540

DSC_0523

DSC_0550 1

DSC_0552

DSC_0555 1

DSC_0558

DSC_0562

DSC_0566

DSC_0567

DSC_0570 1

DSC_0577 1

DSC_0580 2

Tom the Turkey.

We wanted to see a Tom with his feathers all fluffed out but it didn’t happen during my visit at Mom and Dad’s until I was on the highway leaving Albany and I saw one on the side of the road with a hen.

*****

“Then there were long, lazy summer afternoons when there was nothing to do but read. And dream. And watch the town go by to supper. I think that is why our great men and women so often have sprung from small towns, or villages. They have had time to dream in their adolescence. No cars to catch, no matinees, no city streets, none of the teeming, empty, energy-consuming occupations of the city child. Little that is competitive, much that is unconsciously absorbed at the most impressionable period, long evenings for reading, long afternoons in the fields or woods.”  Edna Ferber

 

flowers under cloudy skies

DSC_0438

I hit the road Friday morning and drove to my parent’s house to spend a long weekend.  Although I felt a little sad leaving all the children home with Rich, I knew that it was important for me to get away for a *body mind and soul* rest away from the endless rewarding yet sometimes quite stressful jobs of parent and housekeeper.

A retreat to Mom and Dad’s house was just the place of peace and relaxation for me.

***

We had a chilly but invigorating walk on Saturday morning.  But before we went up the road, Mom and I put on our necessary rubber boots and meandered about the gardens to see what was coming up.

Mom has extensive flower beds; she absolutely LOVES gardening and has over 45 years of experience growing things.  She knows where everything is and where everything came from and delights in the many surprises gardening holds, too.  Volunteer plants show up all over the place.  She knows when she weeds she has to be careful, but not too terribly careful, because then in one of those fun surprises, the flowers will transplant down the bank where she throws the weeds.  And that’s a smile just waiting to happen.

DSC_0440

pink and salmon hyacinths

DSC_0441 1

The only one we saw.

(I have a small patch of them in my garden, too; does anyone know the name?  I forgot.)

DSC_0444

Daffodils

DSC_0448 1

Aunt Rita started planting them here years and years ago and Mom continues.  Daffodils are very obliging when it comes to multiplying each year.

“I hope to have them go all the way down the stone fence eventually!”

DSC_0451 2

darling mini daffies

DSC_0453

DSC_0458 2

Mom planted Tasha Tudor foxgloves by the house but now they’re gone; they reappeared at the edge of the woods.

I gave her the seeds from Tasha Tudors website years ago when Tasha was still alive.  She also has a signed print from “The Secret Garden”.  We are fans.

DSC_0472

DSC_0460

There are things all over the place in the beds to make things interesting.  For example, this roundish rock has been in the garden in various locations since I was a kid.  Her brother Chris (they were less than one year apart in age) found it on the farm and asked her if she wanted it.  We call it the Fred Flintstone bowling ball and mom believes that perhaps the groves were made so that Indians could crack Hickory nuts in them (you can see the tool marks on the rock).

Besides the flower gardens, Mom and Dad work on a big rustically fenced vegetable garden and maintain trails through the wild blueberry patch and into the woods.  There is a crick, mature trees and forest, wildlife abundant, places for summertime campfires, benches, and healthy moist lawn perfect for barefeet.  In my opinion, all of their well-tended 16 acres could be featured in any issue of Country Living magazine.

DSC_0464 1

After the garden tour we headed up the road together to take ourselves and the dog for a walk.

DSC_0463

Uncle Brian and his dogs were out; we stopped for a chat.  He had recently seen two big Tom turkeys both trying to impress a hen in all their feathered glory.  We told him he should have had a camera and he said he had enough to keep his hands full with the dogs.

He and Dad do a lot together throughout the week working in the woodlot.

DSC_0465

The land on both sides of the road used to belong to Mom’s parents.  It’s old farmland.  Much of it is still in the family; the parts than aren’t still feel like “ours” deep down inside.  It’s quiet and peaceful here; hardly a car goes by and you can’t even hear the sounds of distant traffic, only nature and maybe some of the far away neighbors target practicing.

This day was cloudy and overcast but the sky made all the photos beautiful.

18157082_10155019632291343_8306482850258122446_n

DSC_0469 1

17992348_10155019634151343_8612459611980238872_n

DSC_0471 2

DSC_0474

When we arrived back home we had some visitors.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.” –Robert Louis Stevenson

We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves. ~Henry Ward Beecher

Who loves a garden still his Eden keeps;
Perennial pleasures plants, and wholesome harvest reaps.
~A. Bronson Alcott, “The Garden,” Tablets, 1868

I found a caddis worm

Yesterday afternoon I went to the chicken coop.  It was the first day back to school for the children so I was alone and greatly enjoying the quiet.  There were three eggs in the coop which I promptly put into the pocket of my shorts.  I held in my hand a mug of lukewarm coffee.  A rose fiestaware mug, to be exact.

Seth and Caleb were playing catch by the road last Friday.  Across the road from our house is forest and when they heard a cracking sound, they looked up just in time to see a small bear jumping down from a tree and running away into the woods.

I had this in mind as I stood and gazed around me at the edge of our property.  Would I see the bear?  Was I nervous?

Our property sits on four acres and it borders state forest.  A shallow but constantly running stream also borders part of our land.  I walked away from the coop into the forest and toward the stream.  I was wearing shorts and sneakers, the air was warm with a cool breeze and sunlight streamed through the tops of tall pine trees.  Beneath my feet were old damp leaves and pine needles, and crackling twigs.

17972157_10154996929071343_1767869824873076305_o

A frog hesitated and then took a flying leap into the water and swam under water soaked leaves to hide.  I had surprised me so I stood still for a while just in case there were any others.  In the center of the water beyond reach was a gelatinous mass of eggs.  The stream had overflowed its boundaries with the rain, forming a nice big puddle of fresh water, just right for a frog nursery.  As I looked, I saw a tiny little wooden thing slowly crawling in hesitant dips and bobs on the bottom of the puddle.  It looked like a small pine cone … walking under the water.  But that couldn’t be right, could it?

I was wearing my perfectly good black sneakers and for a brief moment I had to decide; would I or would I not get them wet?  For a pine cone?

I would.

17972230_10154996929501343_4820161259206404718_o

I dumped my coffee out and dipped the mug into the water to rinse.  The water was cold and my sneakers were instantly filled with it.  I bent down to scoop my discovery into the mug and brought it back with me, just a step or two, to dry land.

18010607_10154996924086343_8256573613528379492_n

It was a tiny creature living inside it’s own homemade case of twigs.

I kept it in the mug as I took a few pictures and a video.

17990190_10154996926996343_8012122888558391940_o

It’s “front door” –one the end of the case– was finished off with whitish twigs.

17917310_10154996927756343_8774314130021339540_o

Right before I put it back I held it in my hand.  It was less than an inch long.

I proceeded on my walk and as I walked down the trail to the road I almost stepped on a snake.

It moved away from my foot fast enough but then had a hard time slithering away because it was so cold.

*******

Back in the house, I quickly located my favorite nature book and identified the strange water creature that I had found.

17972295_10154996998906343_1212963284706095926_o

“People who have never tried to fathom the mysteries of the bottom of brook or pond are to be pitied.  Just to lie flat, face downward, and watch for a time all that happens down there in that water world is far more interesting than witnessing any play ever given at matinee.  At first one sees nothing, since all the swift-moving creatures have whisked out of sight, because they have learned to be shy of moving shadows………….and then something strange happens.  A bit of rubbish on the bottom of the brook walks off.  Perhaps it is a dream, or we are under the enchantment of the water witches!”  ~Anna Comstock

Pity me, because I have to say I have never (until yesterday) tried to fathom the mysteries of the bottom of our stream….and it was only because of that frog jumping that I stood still long enough to discover my very own “bit of rubbish.”

Things I learned:

*You can take these things home, put them in an aquarium to observe them, remove the top twigs of its case, give it tiny strips of flower pedals, and watch it rebuild using the blossoms.  They are “underwater architects.”

*The inside of the case is lined with silk.

*The worm is not attached to the case and if you turn the case wrong side up and hold it down, the worm will flip over within it to right itself.

*An artist named Hubert Duprat collects them, keeps them in climate controlled aquariums, removes them from their cases, supplies them with precious metal and stones, and thus creates (using the worms) beautiful little works of art.  Click HERE to see.

*When they are ready to pupate (turn into a fly), it fastens itself to an object in the water and seals itself up inside.  Eventually it emerges as a caddis fly.

* People make fishing lures using the caddis fly as inspiration.

*If they are located in your backyard stream it is an indication that the water is clean.

*They can make their case out of almost anything including sand, stones, or even a hollow stem.

*Someone made this.

For more information you can read the wikipedia article HERE.

In fact, the more I dig around the internet studying these things, the dumber I feel!  Why haven’t I learned about these before?  What fascinating creatures they are!

“Little brook, so simple, so unassuming
–and yet how many things love thee!”
~Edward Carpenter

PS, I didn’t see the bear.   However, I thought I heard one at one point and peed a little in my pants.  Bears, worms, and snakes….oh my!

blessed

DSC_0659

“Let me tell you why you are here.  You’re here to be salt-seasoning that brings out the God-flavors of this earth…….
You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in this world.
God is not a secret to be kept.”

*****

We went to see Beauty and the Beast.  We ate lots of candy and popcorn and sat in a long row on my sister’s birthday.  Spectacular.  My favorite part was at the end when all the castle inhabitants under the curse were brought back to life – the way it was supposed to be, through true love. I thought of how we are also born under a curse, but then, in time, Jesus makes us new again.  “If any man be in Christ he is a new creature; old things are past, behold all things are made new.”  Oh how He loves us.

*****

We took the children to their elementary school to watch a movie.  We watched it among a restless sea of children, hardly able to hear, and then took home an extra one (friend of Caleb) to spend the night.  After the movie we joined the crowd walking in the dark to their cars, carrying their blankets and pillows, and agreed it had been a nice event for the kids.  A good small town treat.  We appreciated the calm of the night sky.

*****

The children fished for the first time this year.  Rich called me out to the porch to admire the cuteness.

*****

Church yesterday.  Reminded me once again of the only thing that truly matters.  Everything else (and there’s so much “everything else”)  is icing on the cake.

*****

I made lots and lots of cookies.

*****

There was an epic nerf fight.

*****

I got happy mail!

*****

 

Matthew 5

“You’re blessed when you’re at the end of your rope.  With less of you there is more of God and his rule.”

those “Jesus, take the wheel!” moments.  When you finally let go.

DSC_0621

“You’re blessed when you feel you’ve lost what is most dear to you.  Only then can you be embraced by the One most dear to you.”

(dreams?  expectations?  a person?  a home?  a job? health?  youth? )

DSC_0630

“You’re blessed when you’re content with just who you are–no more, no less.  That’s the moment you find yourselves proud owners of everything that can’t be bought.”

Contentment to me means peace inside.

Contentment to simply be.

DSC_0635

“You’re blessed when you’ve worked up a good appetite for God.  He’s food and drink in the best meal you’ll ever eat.”

soul food–delicious and satisfying

DSC_0637

“You’re blessed when you care.  At the moment of being ‘care-full’, you find yourselves cared for.”

DSC_0638

“You’re blessed when you get your inside world–your mind and heart–put right.  Then you can see God in the outside world.”

ah, yes

DSC_0641 1

“You’re blessed when you can show people how to cooperate instead of compete or fight.  That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.”

This is the number one job of a parent of more than one child.  LOL

DSC_0645 1

“You’re blessed when your commitment to God provokes persecution.  The persecution drives you even deeper into God’s kingdom.”

*****

DSC_0647

Sarah was the official bread runner to the house for bait.  She stepped back when the fish appeared but Caleb’s friend Collin was able to get her to touch it….I could hear her from across the pond, “It’s slimy!” she laughed.

DSC_0656

Lots of commentary about the poor fish who ate the hook all the way down and it’s poor eye and getting it free, and putting it back.

DSC_0658 1

Seth was the most frustrated.  He spent a great deal of time trying to get the bread to stay on his hook.  He never did catch one.  But it was good for him.

DSC_0660

 

 

 

 

now

DSC_0283 2

DSC_0279 1

Little joys.

Living in the moment.

DSC_0294 1

Because the moment is what you have.

Look out with eyes of love, eyes of wonder.  Live now.

DSC_0298 1

DSC_0305

DSC_0309 1

Wrestling season is over and now it’s all about brothers and sisters, bare feet, early spring, and baseball.

DSC_0314

thin ice and ripples on the pond

DSC_0316

different mosses

DSC_0317

DSC_0318

DSC_0320 1

things growing in the flower bed

DSC_0322

Marvellous happy it was to be
Alone, and yet not solitary.
O out of terror and dark, to come
In sight of home.
~Walter de la Mare.

DSC_0323

When you’re a busy woman and you step outside at the end of the day to let the dog out and see glory.

DSC_0324

 

DSC_0325

The sky was high and clear with a brilliant moon.  But what made it special was a layer of clouds passing between it and earth.  All the light from the moon lit up the clouds.

DSC_0327

DSC_0332 1

“my soul is elsewhere, I’m sure of that.
and I intend to end up there.”  RUMI

DSC_0334

the stars were twinkling

DSC_0346

DSC_0347

God’s glory is on tour in the skies,
God-craft on exhibit across the horizon.
Madame Day holds classes every morning,
Professor Night lectures each evening.
Their words aren’t heard,
their voices aren’t recorded,
But their silence fills the earth:
unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.

Psalm 19

DSC_0351

The further the clouds got from the moon the darker they became so that I couldn’t make them out very well anymore.

DSC_0354

*****

“The LORD will command his loving-kindness in the daytime, and in the night his song shall be with me” (Psalm 42:8).