Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Monday, March 26, 2012
Our car ride this past Saturday was most
enjoyable, with animals out all over enjoying the mild
temperatures and all the lush, green, grass as it returns...
Top: Spring weather is very changeable! We have had
rolling cloud cover, steady winds (last night), rain, sun,
rain, and repeated hail storms, leaving piles of hail laying
about for hours on end. It looked like it was snowing--
there was so much hail on my car windshield
yesterday as I dropped down from the mountain
and cruised into town!
High country weather
is not for the faint of heart!
Thursday, March 22, 2012
(Click to enlarge)
There was thick mist hanging all about the mountains
this morning (on my trek to school at about 4000 feet)
so it lead me to believe that at about 5000 feet there would be
ONE HECK of a view, and I was right.
I hope you enjoy these shots of the spring-time
mountain mist and clouds hanging out on the top
of the Appalachian mountains of the Blue Ridge Parkway.
It was bright and sunny up at 5000 (feet) but
the view downward was definitely a most heavenly one!
I cannot help believe that it is because the mountains unveil
themselves as such, that former generations of 'mountain folk'
could be heard to shout and sing up a storm in these ol' hills.
I cannot deny that if you look down and all about on these
beauties being unveiled, that in spite of the curse of poverty,
ill health or whatever might be ailing you...your spirit will
sing upon beholding the expanse of this dream; the slow
moving billows of cloud groups that hang still and then play
at moving upon the tree lined hills.
To study the bumpy batches of gray-white clouds
as they roll off into the horizon,
it gets you to wondering,
just where does the sky begin?
It also gets you to wondering
some other things,
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
She stood looking at the strange door.
"Should I go in?"
"What could be in it for me?"
She jammed her hands into her
Then she dragged the toe of her
shoe through the damp earth,
back and forth.
She knew she was stalling.
"I guess I'll go," she thought.
"What do I have...to lose, anyway?"
Monday, March 12, 2012
Asheville, N.C. to take in the local scene
and some good food. It was in the mid 60's
with moderate sunshine. Asheville is 'loaded up'
with culture; murals, street artists, musicians, great
food choices and varied stores (including antiquing.)
We ate Indian food (which I LOVE...) while taking in
some leisure (for the details, I ate potato and pea stuffed
pastries over long grain white rice with garbanzo beans
bathed in Indian spices; and it was much better than the
average...) We shopped at a local organic grocery store for
bulk spices, and walked and then walked (some more)
all over the downtown. Asheville boasts one of the
biggest Goodwill stores in the nation (among other
things, mind you :-) ), so we had to pop in there.
Here is a sampling of a local mural, the trees
and bushes in glorious bloom and bud, and some
wonderful local architecture that I admired.
What is it about wonderful old wooden
doors that beg the need for study ?
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
as the weather is perking up. I liked this view
(bottom) of the winding ribbon of a road.
When we do see this kind of view, we often think,
"Wait, have we been on that road, yet?" Let's think.
If not..."Let's go, soon!" Then, after mild
weather (on the weekend) it really snowed and
it blew on Monday. Today (Tuesday) it has
cleared but it is cold (in the low 20's) this morning!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Down the Rail
(...please do note the 'blizzardy' wind whipping UP at the end of this shot;
gusting to well at 45 MPH; and that I stood here to get this 4 U :-) Ha!)
Friday, March 2, 2012
(a work "in progress," I suppose; but
when it comes to drawing, less is more.)
Fiddle heads (fern baby plants)
are amazingly keen.
Such a sweet little package
that when unfurled
produces a large, green,
and rather furry fern leaf
(say that fast, ten times.)
Anyway, they make me smile.
fiddle head friends
where are you found?
fireflies tell, you are close to the ground
wee little people
in mushroom caps
play tiny fiddles, feet crossed, taking naps
fiddle head fiddle head
where can you be?
the first of march
and I am longing to see...
fiddle head, O fiddle head
alone up in the wood
tiny dearest spring plant
unfurling something good
Thursday, March 1, 2012
A writer’s life
is not her own…
it’s like you sit right by the phone, waiting
most hours of the day
and oddest hours of the night,
and, of course, you look a fright--with
hair not combed
and glasses on…
for thoughts to drop right from the sky
(it’s like you’re just a passer-by…)
The thoughts may stay
but the words might go--
it’s like they’re not
'Becoming' isn't a destination---it's a process.