She showed up! Makes me wickedly wicked happy!
GL, 11/14/2016. Prevail.
Showing posts with label The Way of the Moth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Way of the Moth. Show all posts
Monday, November 14, 2016
Friday, September 16, 2016
Monday, July 18, 2016
Sunday, January 24, 2016
Friday, December 25, 2015
December's Full Cold Moon
(BlackBerry Viewfinder through a kaleidoscope)
Happy Winter Solstice.
GL, 12/2/2015. Prevail.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
November's Full Moon
The Full Beaver and Frost Moon on the anniversary of my Dad's birthday.
GL, 11/25/2015. Prevail.
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Friday, October 16, 2015
Dragon
(from the Chinese Lantern Festival, Spokane, Washington, Riverfront Park)
GL 10/15/2015. Prevail.
Sunday, September 27, 2015
The Blood Moon (SuperMoon) Lunar Eclipse tonight
(So wickedly wicked happy I am!)
GL, 9/27/2015. Prevail.
Monday, August 17, 2015
Tattered Wings
Beauty (at the butterfly exhibit in New Orleans' Insectarium, 8/11/2015)
GL, 8/17/2015. Prevail.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Thursday, March 5, 2015
Thursday, January 15, 2015
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...
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
Friday, May 9, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 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.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
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