Five inch long American beech tree leaf resting at the bottom of a beech-leaf-shaped hole in ice, Balsamea, March 21, 2019
It’s amusing how much a leaf laying under water in an ice pocket can conjure rumination. It’s not the kind of rumination that comes with an unquiet mind, that sort of out-of-control thinking that spirals endlessly into itself. These icy leaf ruminations are just notions that sift through the synapses for no reason except that’s what we’re made to do with observations of Nature. We’re made to be inspired by Nature to see things that small minds miss because they don’t see small things, or don’t pay attention to them.
Too bad more small minds are not amused by more small things.
Several species and forms of Balsamean herald the advent of Spring earlier than all others. They remind us of the unmerited gift of the life we have at Balsamea, and to live it consciously. Continue reading →
The trouble with being active in the blogosphere is that there are so many people sharing so many terrific things, and they come sailing to me automatically (where I have subscribed, filtering the world to my taste). It’s like having a global museum, athenaeum, and entertainment center at my fingertips. I have added this “related article” to my recent post on Ice because it … well, see for yourself:
Letting Go (blog post at myeverydayphotos.wordpress.com) is the work of a great eye for the magical display of spring nudging its way past winter at the extreme edge of the edge of a lake. These are not merely “everyday photos” (as indicated in the blog’s title). They are the eye of someone deeply attentive to nature every day.
Clap if you agree. But only if you also do the same at MyEveryDayPhotos‘ corner of the web. Okay?
I won’t pretend that it measures up to what inspired it, but this post was inspired by And More Ice at naturesnippets; Introduction to the Wonders of Nature, a blog that lives its name, by a southern Illinois nature lover (I’ll call her Deecee, taken from a hint in her profile) whose About page humbly describes someone who lives her love and shares it as a living testament to nature’s love for us.
Whiteface Mountain Veterans Memorial Highway Toll House in winter snow storm. The highway beyond the toll is closed in the winter. (Click for the BIG view.)
Despite the sobering remembrances of another 9/11, I’ve declared 9/11/12 a holiday at Balsamea, in honor of our first frost coming four days earlier than the average (9/15) AND it was not merely FROST, but ICE! I had a zillion tiny puddles of ICE on the roof of the car at 7 AM (in the shade). Solid enough that I could not move them without considerable force.
Every year I look forward to First Frost day as the launch of my favorite time of year: from now to the end of December, and often all the way to February.
So despite all the effort going into multiple drafts of deeper posts pending here and elsewhere, among a thousand other things life wants me to do for myself, I had to drop everything and say YAY FOR FIRST FROST DAY!!!
One of the ways I celebrated was with a little campfire until 8 AM. One of life’s greatest gifts is the pleasure of feeding a little fire on a chilly morning as the sun reaches the point where it sends rays zapping at hard angles through the trees, catching your campfire smoke in dazzling arrays. Didn’t have the camera with me this morning, but there’s one from another time if I can find it.