Woodpecker

4-3-2018

I have set the hammock up in the yard, in the snow… It is warm enough to lay outside in it, if I bundle up against the cold breeze. I am swinging gently and watching the sky and thinking about how amazing it would be to be able to paint all those different colors of grey and white that make up the clouds. I would use a huge canvass, as big as a two story house, and capture the pensive, moody, ever changing clouds. I gradually become aware of a clattering sound, realizing it must be a Downy or Hairy woodpecker. They peck at a fast pace for a few seconds, take a break, and go again. I think it must be up in the maple above me, so I squirm in the hammock to get a better look at the tree. After a few more rounds of pecking, the small black and white bird hops around the trunk into view and drills some more into the tree bark. I lazily watch the small woodpecker as it hops, pecks, and inspects, then eventually flies away.

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Hammock Time!

2-22-2018

Another amazing spring like day in February. This is similar to last year when we had 80 degree weather at the end of February and then a huge amount of snow in March. But I will take this warm sunshine and enjoy it while it lasts. I moved the hammock out to the yard and spent several hours rocking, listening to a book, and knitting. Now the cast is off, knitting is a lot easier. I still have a long way to go with getting range of motion and strength back but for right now, life is good. Sitting in the sun warm bright bathes the soul, cleans out the cobwebs in your psyche, and reunites you with Mother Earth. I even took my shoes off and squished my toes around in the top layer of dead grass and melting earth. Cold, but satisfying!

Last Dragonfly

10-22-2017 Magic Moment:

Late afternoon (which comes early this time of year), sun is starting to slide down toward the western horizon, and the day is as warm as it will get. I’m dozing in the hammock, soaking up the serenity of the brilliant autumn afternoon. Rocking gently, gazing up into the sky, eyes following the contours of the leafless trees on the hill behind the house, bathing in the serendipity of endless possibilities. I notice a dragonfly darting back and forth way up above me. It must be huge to look as big as it does being as far away as it is. I watch it’s astonishing sky dance as it swings, veers one way then suddenly lurches in another, randomly swiveling in all three dimensions. Maybe there is a swarm of small insects up there invisible to me down here. I watch this astounding acrobatic creature for quite a while, as long as it is within my sight. I realize it may be the last dragonfly I see this year as winter is just around the corner, already nights are cold, the song birds have left, and insects are few. However, I am so impressed with that dragonfly that I lay back and wait for a long time to see if it flies back into my presence, falling back into a languorous drowsy haze.

Lady Bug Swarm

10-13-2017 Magic Moment:

Once again I am lazing in the hammock soaking in every second of this Indian summer. It seems like this fall has given us more warm and sunny days than summer actually did! I’m not complaining, I like having all the time in the world at my leisure to nap in a hammock, walk up the road, and enjoy the golden radiant sunshine. I was half asleep when I noticed a gaggle of small flying insects hovering around the corner of the porch. I woke up and watched. Their shape, color, and style of flying reminded me of ladybugs. Curious, I go up to go investigate. Yes, it’s a swarm of ladybugs looking for a suitable place to bed down for the winter. I have seen these swarms before. Every fall, they congregate and search for a protected crevice to crawl into for overwintering. I stood on the porch while the tiny red bodies flew around me, buzzing and flitting, landing momentarily, and taking flight again. They covered the railing, the floorboards, the posts, the bush beside the porch, and me, hundreds of ladybugs everywhere. I stood inside this fluttering enigma until it moved away from the house into the woods. Only a few lost ladybugs were left crawling around. I tenderly picked one up to closely examine its spots. I set it free to go find its friends.

Enjoying Indian Summer

10-11-2017 Magic Moment:

It is another glorious warm sunny Indian summer day. I am lounging in the hammock gazing out at the trees and sky desperately trying not to think about the cancer in my left breast. The surgery is soon and I am scared senseless of it. So for right now I let my mind wander into the endless bright blue of the cerulean sky, I soar with the excited birds through the tree branches, chittering with glee, ecstatic with the freedom of movement through the universe. I lazily drift in and out of consciousness, drowsing in the fall sunshine. I love life, I am happy here in my element, glad to have time to just relax and enjoy the forest, the creek, the birds, and my home here in the hollow.

Migrating Monarchs

10-2-2017 Magic Moment:

Dozing on the hammock again, soaking up the warm afternoon sunshine. I have been spending as much time as I can outside enjoying this warm Indian summer because I know it will not last. I bask in the heat of the day, making this sunshine memory to keep close when winter’s fury is scouring the mountains later. Open my eyes and soar into that vast expanse of sapphire sky, golden sun light bathing the landscape in gilded glory. I rock myself, watching the treetops swing back and forth, when a butterfly flits into my field of vision. Orange and black, flittering up, flitting down, headed in southerly direction. I follow its path with my eyes until it is out of sight. There are a few flowers left still growing, but it was not interested. A few minutes later another butterfly flutters by high overhead. Curious… Then come several more, flying in butterfly fashion, heading south. As I lay there, over the next half hour or so, many butterflies float by, singly or a few at a time, their delicate wings pumping furiously, carrying them to unknown places. Although I never got a close up look at any of them (why terrorize a helpless butterfly on a mission) I hypothesize they might be migrating Monarchs. If that is the case, this is the first time I have seen this phenomena! Amazing!

Napping In The Hammock

9-15-2017

I think one of the best ways to recuperate from an illness is to sleep in a sun warmed hammock in the lazy afternoon. I was supposed to working on the River yesterday and tomorrow, but bronchitis had other ideas. So instead I am lazily gazing up at a bright cerulean sky, small fluffy white clouds floating merrily by, with golden sunlight bathing me its healing heat. Eyes closed just experiencing the glorious day, just being. Eyes open, drowsy and content, sleepily watching clouds, trees, leaves, birds, insects drift through my line of sight. Rocking ever so gently, really barley moving, in the warm breeze caressing my skin. Half asleep in the hammock and enjoying every minute!