NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six

Grey and rainy. Well, beyond rainy: hosing down rain and grapple and hail. Went to Hand Hollow and caught a glimpse of the same bit of heron head in the nest. It is hunkered down probably wishing it had a roof! Had to rummage some for a poem idea. I think we’re all about here now. I did manage to slap some Krazy Glue on my computer glasses this morning. And I did mess around with gouache while watching for the heron. It worked ok, but I didn’t have much of a plan going so the contrast and spacing isn’t all there. But hey, that’s what a sketchbook’s for right? trying things out? capturing things? OK here’s a poem.

Things I could have done
Should have done, must do
even those I’d like to do, well,
I stand in the quiet house
and they gather all around me
follow me down the hall
but I’m out the door
and down the steps before
any of them can grab me
not by the wrist or ankle or hem
I’m gone to who knows where
I sure don’t know or why but
today it is just not any of that.
And likely to be nothing at all.

NaPoWriMo – Day Twenty-Six

NaPoWriMo Day 2

Today was more about picking up a grocery order and unpacking some shipped fruits and vegetables but this was yesterday:

Picnic in Time of Isolation

Having carefully packed my
ham and cheese sandwich, the
packet of crackers, the
thermos of hot tea,
I sit and picnic in the car.
In the late day slant
the tips of my front yard birch
are pink and sparkling while
lower branches move with birds
grabbing last seeds from the
feeder there. I have to duck
as I pass but now it’s busy
with sparrows and red-wings and
finches, and there’s a dove.
I sit in the warmer car,
thermos cup on the dash,
savoring the mustard and how
someone, oh me, toasted the bread
and carefully cut the
resulting sandwich in two.
The ground is thick with empty
seeds but the grass is greening
and the daffodils glow in the light.
Soon tiny solar lights will twinkle
on above the front door,
welcoming me back and I’ll pass
beneath the several vee’s of
birch trunk, ducking on my way home,
hands incensed with the sacredness
of a single mandarin orange.

NaPoWriMo Day 2

The Light at the End of Day

Which comes pretty darn early now. These clouds were amazing. Taken in Stockbridge and West Stockbridge on the way home from the figure studio.

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The Light at the End of Day

Painting in the Rain

That’s what the first part of yesterday was all about. This morning has stopped raining for the moment so I guess I’m heading back out there.

And then the vultures came.

Painting in the Rain

Looking for Something to Paint

Note to self: I like snow. No, really. And except for the extreme heat, I’m good with summer. Definitely OK with spring. Find it hard to deal with that March to Early April gray-brown-ness. Bleah. So travel somewhere closer to spring in March or stay indoors!

Came across this pond in West Stockbridge and painted while watching the two resident white swans chase any other bird that came along, both Canadian Geese and Heron.

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Night Visitors (and day)

Day Twenty-four, NaPoWriMo

That’s what I started out with, but then I sat looking over a little pond, thinking I might be painting or sketch-booking or something. Instead I fished my binoculars out of the trunk and sat watching a pair of blue herons building a big nest way up in a tree. There were lots of smaller birds and a handful of canadian geese too.

A heron slides past,
into the pines, some miracle
slicing air between branches
He returns, stick
held out enticing
Taking, she places,
he rearranges,
another gift and another
careful chosen, flown,
offered and offered up
shaggy plumage shifting
She leans her curves
against his solidity
above the growing nest
waiting patiently each time
for the return, the gift,
the hopeful placement
the careful adjustment
the inevitable eggs
the unstoppable departures.

There was some serious lopping after writing that one, hey it happens. All you people and you know who you are who ask – does it need that ‘the’ – can smile now.

Day Ten, NaPoWriMo

Yes it was snowing again this morning.

The front yard fills up
with the early arrivals
grounded, bedraggled,
doubting themselves,
hoping for better.
They get more
sunflower seeds instead.
They scuffle nonchalantly
in the April snow,
all beaks toward May.

Monday in New Zealand

I’m writing you, gentle reader, from the Interislander Ferry as it bears Marge and me back to the North Island. It’s a great way to pass a few hours, have a bite of dinner, a drink, a cuppa and do a little reading and writing.

I’ve been flying the colors for NaNoWriMo today and have been reading my story so far. Made a few editorial changes but I’ve really been enjoying it. Come November first I want to dive into finding out the rest of the story.

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Today started out rainy and it spit rain here and there all along the way. We got back to Murchison in time for a bit of lunch and then back to Picton in time to see Marge’s friends before heading off to the ferry. You can see the photos from my phone today starting here:

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Of note was seeing a Weka, a large flightless bird who was visiting with one of the young women stopping traffic at one of the 23 construction stops we encountered along the way.

When all comes to all, the most precious element in life is wonder. Love is a great emotion, and power is power. But both love and power are based on wonder. — D. H. Lawrence

Monday in NZ

You can see some of today’s photos by clicking here, or always at the link at upper right:

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Today we went to a quilt exhibit at Our Lady’s Home of Compassion, as well as an exhibit about one of the sisters, Suzanne Aubert, who is now considered “Venerable” in the Roman Catholic Church and who it is hoped will become New Zealand’s first saint.

Then it was off to lunch – and a wonderful lunch it was – chicken pate with a beet relish and ample ciabatta… mmmm. And a glass of cider and a flat white (aka coffee) to finish.
Marge had a twice baked goat cheese souffle, wine and a brownie.

We ended the day by going for a walk at Zealandia. What a treat – lots of bird calls and songs, a tuatara and birds!