Saturday, October 25, 2014
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Saturday, October 4, 2014
From The Moth archives...and, today, I saw a limping turkey...
(While running through the Oak Tree Grove as Crazy Acorn Collecting Lady, I saw a raffle of turkeys...one who was limping...a first for me...today, I saw a limping turkey, where the boys and I counted trees.)
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Counting Trees
One of my favorite places to run through is a boulevard lined by four rows of huge red oak trees which drop their acorns in the fall…sounds of sizzling bacon. Recently, I stopped by on a low-key five miler and wondered about the trees who reside here. I have jogged here for years, never pausing to count them, and this seemed a good time as any.
You’d think that such a task would be easy, but I kept losing count…did I count that one? Oh yeah, I did but not the one behind it, diagonally to the left…or was it to the right? I simply could not keep them straight, so I decided to revisit during my lunch break.
From my car, I thought this should be a breeze. Nope. Still lost count and could NOT keep track of those counted and those among the not-yet numbered. Figuring that nearby homeowners would not appreciate my slathering the trees with bright red paint in an effort to stay organized, I decided I would return with more eyes.
So I recruited my boys on the way to a Tod Marshall poetry reading. I rolled down their car windows and gave clear instructions to each of them. To my nine-year-old I explained that he was to count only the trees that lined the left side curb and not to worry about the trees behind as we would catch them on our way back up. To my almost 12-year-old, I said, do the same thing, only on the right side. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that they, too, became easily confused, because, after all, I as an adult was having difficulty. They kept messing each other up, so around again we went after I advised them that perhaps counting silently might be beneficial to the other and lead to a more accurate measuring. Then up the other side we went, counting the other two rows.
It was hysterical. I laughed until the tears were streaming down my cheeks. The boys’ facial expressions, responses, and questions just sent me into another peal of laughter.
“Um, Mom, why are we counting trees?” my nine-year-old asked.
“I’m not sure. I guess I am just curious about all these gorgeous trees,” I answered, thoughtfully rubbing my chin.
“If you don’t know why, then why do we HAVE TO count?” he persisted. “Hey, do we include the tree stumps?” (I still don’t have an answer for that one.)
My almost-12-year-old chimed in, “Curiosity makes people do the strangest of things!”
I couldn’t speak for almost 10 minutes, I was laughing so hard.
I finally have some numbers: between the multiple countings, my best guesstimate is somewhere in the 60’s. SWEET! (But please don’t quote me as mine was gloriously messy count. If you need precise numbers, perhaps you should just go count them yourself.)
I am now off to count the lilac bushes in Manito Park’s Lilac Gardens!
LL, 5/8/2009. Prevail.
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GL, 10/4/2014. Prevailing...
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Counting Trees
One of my favorite places to run through is a boulevard lined by four rows of huge red oak trees which drop their acorns in the fall…sounds of sizzling bacon. Recently, I stopped by on a low-key five miler and wondered about the trees who reside here. I have jogged here for years, never pausing to count them, and this seemed a good time as any.
You’d think that such a task would be easy, but I kept losing count…did I count that one? Oh yeah, I did but not the one behind it, diagonally to the left…or was it to the right? I simply could not keep them straight, so I decided to revisit during my lunch break.
From my car, I thought this should be a breeze. Nope. Still lost count and could NOT keep track of those counted and those among the not-yet numbered. Figuring that nearby homeowners would not appreciate my slathering the trees with bright red paint in an effort to stay organized, I decided I would return with more eyes.
So I recruited my boys on the way to a Tod Marshall poetry reading. I rolled down their car windows and gave clear instructions to each of them. To my nine-year-old I explained that he was to count only the trees that lined the left side curb and not to worry about the trees behind as we would catch them on our way back up. To my almost 12-year-old, I said, do the same thing, only on the right side. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that they, too, became easily confused, because, after all, I as an adult was having difficulty. They kept messing each other up, so around again we went after I advised them that perhaps counting silently might be beneficial to the other and lead to a more accurate measuring. Then up the other side we went, counting the other two rows.
It was hysterical. I laughed until the tears were streaming down my cheeks. The boys’ facial expressions, responses, and questions just sent me into another peal of laughter.
“Um, Mom, why are we counting trees?” my nine-year-old asked.
“I’m not sure. I guess I am just curious about all these gorgeous trees,” I answered, thoughtfully rubbing my chin.
“If you don’t know why, then why do we HAVE TO count?” he persisted. “Hey, do we include the tree stumps?” (I still don’t have an answer for that one.)
My almost-12-year-old chimed in, “Curiosity makes people do the strangest of things!”
I couldn’t speak for almost 10 minutes, I was laughing so hard.
I finally have some numbers: between the multiple countings, my best guesstimate is somewhere in the 60’s. SWEET! (But please don’t quote me as mine was gloriously messy count. If you need precise numbers, perhaps you should just go count them yourself.)
I am now off to count the lilac bushes in Manito Park’s Lilac Gardens!
LL, 5/8/2009. Prevail.
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GL, 10/4/2014. Prevailing...
Labels:
First Bird,
journal entries,
The Way of the Moth
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Brain Flowers
(Comb Flowers)
Thank you, Cindy, for the Perry Street Farmers' Market gifting
In honor of my dad, health nut like me, who died from a massive heart attack on August 30, 2014.
Prevailing...
GL, 9/11/2014. Prevailing...Brain Bleed survivor
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Montgomery, Alabama, Mental Health Interpreter Training Conference, interpreting team, 2014
I LOVE these people...they make me wickedly wicked happy...Montgomery, Alabama,my second home!)
(Thank you, Shannon Reese, for the picture!)
GL, 8/7/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Oliver
Oliver and I had the most fabulous photo shoot today at Manito's Mirror Pond after my run and before Market.
GL, 6/7/2014. Prevail.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Thursday, May 15, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Moon Poem 30
Epilogue
3%
Currents of Sunlight
Snake through and clothe green toned boughs
In Canonicals.
Farewell, National Poetry Month.
GL, 4/30/2014. Prevail.
3%
Currents of Sunlight
Snake through and clothe green toned boughs
In Canonicals.
Farewell, National Poetry Month.
GL, 4/30/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Moon Poem 29
0%
Limbs' seedling blossoms
Tousled hair, elbows awkward
Spring grows to Summer.
GL, 4/29/2014. Prevail.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Moon Poem 28
New Moon
Under Evening's sky
Clouds coated with grey concrete
A mirrored hallway.
GL, 4/28/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
Moon Poem 26
7%
Last year's pinecones dried
Forgotten toys unburied
In Spring's cleaned closet.
GL, 4/26/2014. Prevail.
Friday, April 25, 2014
Thursday, April 24, 2014
Moon Poem 24
23%
Facts as hard as rocks
Pick their way through scars in steps
Fawn-like shaky legs.
GL, 4/24/2014. Prevail.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Moon Poem 23
IV
34%
The fresh of morning
Green in the air of wet grass
Peeled ripe cucumber.
GL, 4/23/2014. Prevail.
34%
The fresh of morning
Green in the air of wet grass
Peeled ripe cucumber.
GL, 4/23/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Moon Poem 22
Last Quarter
A strong breeze connects
The pond's denim jeans jumpers
By its brass buttons.
GL,4/22/2014.Prevail.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Moon Poem 21
56%
Closing curtains twitch
As beads of sweat stick in spots
Upon her hairline.
GL, 4/21/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Moon Poem 20
67%
From ceiling to floor
Lamplight richochets and sparks
In the dark of night.
GL, 4/20/2014.Prevail.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Moon Poem 18
86%
A fist in the face
The word ALIVE stops, cartwheels,
Then jumps off my chest.
GL, 4/18/2014. Prevail.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Moon Poem 16
III
98%
Wind blows sticks and leaves
Down the street in tumbleweeds.
Discarded handbills.
GL, 4/16/2014. Prevail.
98%
Wind blows sticks and leaves
Down the street in tumbleweeds.
Discarded handbills.
GL, 4/16/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Monday, April 14, 2014
Moon Poem 14
100%
A red robin flits
Tongue darting at the corners
Of her pink-lipped mouth.
GL, 4/14/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Moon Poem 13
97%
The swaying tree branch
Its rusty hinge pings and squeaks
A metronome clock.
GL, 4/13/2014. Prevail.
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Friday, April 11, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Moon Poem 10
80%
Old tree in water
Knees protrude, knotted joints thick
As though arthritic.
GL, 4/10/2014. Prevail.
Wednesday, April 9, 2014
Moon Poem 9
II
72%
The hummingbird's wings
A question hanging in air
Knocking at the door.
GL, 4/9/2014. Prevail.
72%
The hummingbird's wings
A question hanging in air
Knocking at the door.
GL, 4/9/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
Moon Poem 7
First Quarter
The rosette of blood
Unfurls on my fingertip
A prick that blossoms.
GL, 4/7/2014. Prevail.
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Friday, April 4, 2014
Moon Poem 4
26%
On a farm's back porch
Black boots sit, dogs anxiously
Waiting for a walk.
GL, 4/4/2014. Prevail.
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Moon Poem 2
Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Moon Poem 1
Prologue
5%
A stream of water
Snaking through jammed grey toned stones
A Capriccio.
Welcome, National Poetry Month.
GL, 4/1/2014. Prevail.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Blanca the Willow
Sitting comfortably and beautifully, shoulder to shoulder with Grandfather Tree on No Worries Farm.
GL, 1/18/2014. Prevail.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
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