Wednesday, February 28, 2024

how was your day?

 


How was your day?

"It was a mess.  It was a fight.  

It was a war with the world 

and myself."

Who won?

"I'm still standing."

-Topher Kearbey


My daughter's daily text usually asks, "How was your day?"  I often find myself wondering how I should answer that question, so when I read the above quote from Kearbey, I tried this one on her.  She loved it!.  



It was a warm last week of February (until today).  One of those days, when walking the trail, I had to leave my jacket behind to be retrieved later.   It had been a while since that had happened. I loved it.  




Life is short.  Break the rules,

forgive quickly, kiss slowly,

love truly, laugh uncontrollably,

never regret anything that makes you smile.


-Toby Keith

(July 8, 1961 - February 5, 2024)



Thursday, February 1, 2024

A Few Words about January 2024...


 

"May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness.  I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.  And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself."  (unknown)

Now that's the way I wanted this new year to begin, but you know how it is..."The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry..." 

We did get our snow, and with it came the bitter cold.  Millie and I bundled up and trudged on.  It has now been 663 days since we missed a day walking over the big hill.  A day just doesn't seem complete without it.



Dust of Snow


The way a crow 

Shook down on me

The dust of snow

From a hemlock tree.


Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day I had rued.

-Robert Frost



Sunday, December 31, 2023

Photo of the Year and Other Favorites...




2023 Photo of the Year


Other Favorites...



The Trail in Spring...

Millie and I walked up and over this old hill every day of 2023.  Now, here's to 2024....



A Wild Jacket

Another jacket is already in the works.



The Sewing Room



Garden Visitor



The Back Yard



One of my latest - never published

My phone identified it as a Barred Owl.


Millie  (of course)


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Reading 20 pages per day is

30 books per year.


Saving $10 per day is $3650 per year.


Running (or walking) 1 mile per day is

365 miles per year.


Don't underestimate.

the power of small habits.


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Be still now.  The light is returning.

Release the old year and turn 

your face toward the new one,

with all its possibilities.  Get quiet.

Listen to your heartbeat.

Find your peace.




Thursday, December 21, 2023



 Thoreau once wrote, "Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with nature herself.  I have been as sincere a worshipper of Aurora as the Greeks.  I got up early and bathed in the pond; that was a religious exercise, and one of the best things I did.  They say that characters were engraved on the bathing tub of King Tching-thang to this effect:  Renew thyself completely each day; do it again, and again, and forever again."  

Well, I didn't bathe in the pond on this first day of winter, as Thoreau might have done.  Nor did I leave my winter coat hanging along the trail as I did one day earlier in the week when I realized I had overdressed for the trek over.  I suppose those days are over for a while, which I will greatly miss.  





I make it a practice to take a few pictures every day on my and Millie's walk.  Of course, many of them of Millie.  She must be one of the most photographed doggies in the whole wide world.   A few days ago, I discovered that a new feature on my latest phone attempts to identify each picture.   Underneath one I found "Look up Dutch Shepherd," so I did.  I was amazed at how much this breed of dogs looks like my Millie.  She had been a rescue puppy, so we really knew nothing about her breeding.  But, now we know, thanks to my new phone.   

The site I visited described the Dutch Shepherd as belonging to the Herding group of dogs.  "They love a great workout and are competent, obedient, and responsible.  The Dutch Shepherd likes to know his place in the family and when they do, they will make excellent companions.  This dog loves to be on the go.  They are extremely smart, and they like to use their brains.   The Dutch Shepherd needs a good amount of daily exercise, so if you're a runner, they will gladly be your jogging buddy." 

Well, this definitely describes my Millie Girl.  Yay, for her!  Images taken from the internet look so much like her, so there's no mistaking her identity.  Below is one I found there.  




Well, ready or not Christmas is right upon us.  It's all hands on deck (that's me) here in finishing the baking and other food preparations.  Somehow, it will happen.  It always has.  

The tree is up, which amounts this year to a scrawny little Charlie Brown artificial tree that looks okay, unless one gets too close, in which it looks like plastic, which it definitely is.  I wanted a little natural tree from along the trail, not unlike this one from an old Charles Bronson movie, "Chino,( which we always watch around Christmas)" but I never found a suitable one.  

 




Happy Winter, everyone.  And, Merry Christmas!




Wednesday, November 8, 2023

"To live deep and suck out all the marrow of life..."

 




"I meant to do my work today...."  No, let me begin again.  I should do my work today, but that's not what I am doing.  All of that business is out the window, and I am out the door.  The leaves are falling so there's not a moment to spare. 

 Millie and I took a longer than normal walk around the backwoods' trails this morning, and, as much as my faithful companion loved it, I think I loved it more, so I am documenting it here.

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One of my favorite quotes of Thoreau seems pertinent here.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived...

I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to route all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms..."   




So, that's why I went..." to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."  Well, today is a perfect day to do just that.  In just a bit, Millie and I are going to catch up our trusty steed, fuel her up, and head out again.  Millie will probably refuse to ride as she usually does, but I'll not be going far and will drive slowly.  But first, here are a few more phone shots from our morning walk.  



We did not do something so foolish as to climb down this boulder-strewn steep hillside.  I have been here and done that before, and vowed, then, to never do it again.  

In the back of my mind, and I am sure in Millie's too, was our recent encounter with the wild dogs, which I am now calling them.  Where might they be holed up for the day, awaiting the setting of the sun?  

And then.... just off the trail was this.   I actually thought bear at first.  But, ha ha, the joke was on me when I realized it was nothing but an old half rotten log.   





The trees are tall in this part of the woods, so the pretty leaves were taking their time floating to the ground.  I made a little video of leaves falling all around us, but not having YouTube, I can't post it here.  






So, we are out of here.  Take care, everyone.  

Until next time,

Mary




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Wednesday, November 1, 2023

A Close Encounter and More...

 



Sad?  Why should I be sad?  It's my birthday.  The happiest day of the year."  

"Your birthday?"  said Pooh in great surprise.

"Of course it is.  Can't you see?  Look at all the presents I have had."  He waved a foot from side to side.  "Look at the birthday cake.  Candles and pink sugar."


Ha Ha!  I always love to read this chapter on my birthday.  It's Chapter Six, In Which Eeyore Has a Birthday and Gets Two Presents.  I had to go upstairs and dig around to find my big A.A. Milne book, The Complete Tales & Poems of Winnie-the-Pooh with decorations by Ernest H. Shepard.  



The big rock where Millie and I sometimes sit to reflect on the day or to observe Nature. 

 


After having read Sharon Butala, I began to concentrate more on my surroundings. She says a mindless walk, when one is lost in thought, is a wasted walk.  

  "I began to try to stop thinking about anything else but the dirt on the road, the grass beside it, the stones, the fields spreading out on each side, the hawks circling overhead, the song of the meadowlark or red-winged blackbird, the sound of the wind in the grass, a particular rock high on a hillside.  This required concentration, I found, and a constant calling myself back from thoughts of other things to my surroundings at the moment."  ~Sharon Butala's Perfection of the Morning.  

 I will admit to having been guilty of taking many wasted walks.  I have at times said to Millie on our way out the back gate.  "Millie, we need to talk about some things.  You are a girl so you will understand."  So, I would talk, and she, I assumed, would listen. At the end, just as Ms. Butala would have predicted, I couldn't remember a thing about the walk we had just taken. 


But yesterday's walk was not wasted.  It was a walk of a close encounter.  I still shudder about this one.  Millie was slightly ahead of me as we stepped from the wooded lane above the big pond, when she was suddenly surrounded by "Animate Beings," with the clear intention of doing her harm.  

I could not, at first, wrap my head around what these beings were.  I counted at least six heavily coated creatures in black or red.  I kept thinking, "Are they coyotes or are they dogs?" They were definitely very different from the much less bold and usually bedraggled common coyote that I have befriended, defended, photographed and sketched.   In the end, after having Googled, I decided that they were, in all probability, a cross between the two breeds.  I read that when a coyote is red in color, it is a good indicator that it is of mixed parentage, being in this case, coyote and dog.  This cross is also often more aggressive and less afraid of people.  






Thankfully, Millie is very athletic and a fast runner, but so were these wild critters.  She disappeared from my sight surrounded by two blacks and a red and didn't return for several minutes.  When she finally reappeared, she was dripping wet.  She, apparently, escaped from her pursuers by getting into the pond.  She seemed okay otherwise.  I am still shaken.  

  

Until next time...

Mary