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The Mantel Cracked

June 20, 2009

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A timber house built by a calloused hand

The numb hand that built the stone hearth


The foundation of both laid on uneven ground

By a hand too tempted  by haste to mind


Too few nails joining plank to beam

Nor enough mortar to bed stone


Too much need makes way for mindless haste

Always the less in building the less in standing


The hand no more careless than its mind

A mind lost in need unaware of spirit


Spiritless homestead where children dare be born

In a home that has need yet not time


No time for nurturing by the light of the hearth

Soulless fire giving no warmth yet stoking want


A fireplace lacking the ability to feed the souls

of the family starving within the uneven home


Leaving only ghosts who wanted for so much

That the Mantel cracked beneath the load

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Cracked Mantel

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Ungreateful tied hands

June 19, 2009

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How tranquil the painter upon the hill

Backdrop of Mountains overlooking ocean

Such gifts he is given

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Standing in tall grass where tall trees once stood

I need to create but this canvass is not mine

These tools are forced on me by bigger people

The frame is cheap pine and weak joined

The canvass unevenly stretched with too little gesso

Two colors on a plastic pallet

One brush


What joy if there is no freedom


So I paint a cave within a Mountain cove

A place to hide

A place to hibernate

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…and the painter is gone

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My Hobby, TREES

May 20, 2009

It’s not a very big thing.  At least not now, maybe in a hundred years or so.  I adore trees.  Native trees.  The Wife can vouch for me.  I was stratifying seeds in her refrigerator twenty years ago.  Then an entire fridge drawer filled with soil & seeds from November to April.  Of course the soil could not be used for stratification until  I sterilized it.  Into the oven at 400 degrees for 1 hour.  Have you ever cooked dirt.  Guess what that smells like?  I did this each year for many years.  Now days I just keep a handful of seeds in the fridge if necessary.

Oh, and there were the flower boxes filled with hundreds of seedlings.  In the windows, all the windows, INSIDE the apartment from February on.  All trees never flowers.  Plus, there was only one table in the basement next to the washer & dryer.  It, of course, was used for my seed propagation chamber.  Laundry had to come upstairs to be folded.  All two flights.

That apartment and subsequent houses have many great trees in their yards.  Now I work on this house and it’s woods.

I know The Wife loves me, not because she puts up with me but because she hasn’t killed me, yet.  What a Doll!

These days I take it easy on her.  Stratifying, propagation, & first years growth all happen outside.  On her deck.  Hey! it’s some progress!  You wouldn’t want wee critters getting at my trees now would you?

Last year I collected about 1000 River Birch (Betula nigra) seeds and put them in a pot with soil.  Watered them every day and Got 30 plus trees out of it.  River Birch have notoriously poor germination.  All of which I planted out into my back woods where Winter snows brought down several weak trees.

Snow Lost Tree

Except for the smallest one which volunteered to be a off-center Bonsai.

Birch Bonsai

This year I’ve collected Sweet Birch (Betula lenta) & Sycamore (Platanus occidentalis)

Sweet Birch

To date 13 have germinated.  If you click on the image below you can count their tiny little leaves.

Sweet Birch-

Sycamore

I sowed several thousand and maybe a few hundred came up.

Sycamore

Sycamore becomes a very large tree.  I’ll plant them along side the creek down in the woods.  If I plant 50 maybe 10 will reach maturity.  I have no idea what to do with the rest.  I guess there may be several Drive-by-tree-plantings in peoples yards.  The local park needs some more trees I’ve heard.

I may only get a few dozen Sweet Birch.  All of them have homes out back.

I’ll hope to get some Yellow Birch (Betula Allegheniensis) this year as well.  I’ll keep you posted.  I tried to get American Elm (Ulmus americana) but I missed seed drop.  Now I need to hunt for new seedlings if I hope to get any.

The Goal? you ask.  Well the back woods was being regularly grazed by cattle thirty years ago.  That’s when the land owner cut it down before selling it to developers; hence the handful of houses on this road.  The current forest stand is young with only moderate diversity.  My Goal is to have every tree native to this area present in these woods.  The list may include a hundred tree species or so.  I’m still compiling it.  Also Native rhododendrons, azaleas, & mountain laurels are included.  The Wife, bless her soul, is helping me to include herbaceous species as well.  When I’m finished I hope not to be able to see any farther than 20 feet when standing out back.

So I like to watch trees grow..I never said I was Mister Excitement.  A hammock stretched between two trees can keep me busy all day.

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Narrow

May 19, 2009

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Mindset on Oneself

Walking through communion Rain

Never getting Wet

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Systolic Light

May 18, 2009

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At rest ◊ No activity ◊ Asleep

Mundane


Conserving energy ◊ Memory off ◊ Disconnected

Empty


-The Flat Line between Beats-


Pulses of energy

Compelling movement

With a drum roll of heartbeats

Generating


Coursing visuals

Dictating pen

Leather bound Tablet

Creating


Hamilcar’s Javelin

Thrown into the void

Sparking upon impact

Illumination


Balance & Peace

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Treeline

January 29, 2009

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On the Path

the trail ends

no more steps

On the Mountain

Trekking up the Mountain

my mountain

The Path will eventually end

my path

The time comes

my time

To carve new steps

my steps

Or

End all progression

my end

Stand still treelike

my stillness

Cast a shadow down the Mountain

my shadow

Hiding the paths of the journey

my hiding

from the Sun

It’s the Treeline

It’s why so many Great Mountains

Are bare at the Summit

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Odd Thought

January 28, 2009

Have you ever come down with a case of the giggles at the same time as your significant other is putting the Move on you. It sure explains why you never see baby clowns!

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1983 Beirut barracks bombing

October 23, 2008

Today marked the 25th anniversary of the bombing.  241 US service-men were killed.  Please take a moment to remember them.  Then take a moment to remember all service-men & service-women who have sacrificed their time & lives for us.  Then tip one back for those who didn’t come back.

Emblem

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Wednesday’s Woodland Walk

October 1, 2008

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I wish I knew what kind of fungi these are

This one lives in the rotten part of an Oak tree

Such Grace

and Elegance

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and the Winning Attitude is?…

September 24, 2008

Sure

Everybody has issues.

but

My Issues

ROCK

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Wednesday’s Woodland Walk

September 10, 2008

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Woolly Aphids dancing on a Beech limb

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AAAAAHHHHHRRRRRGGG!

September 9, 2008

My daughter is telling me all about which boys she likes the most at school.  She’s nine.  NINE!  I can’t tell which is worse.  The fact that she, like my Wife, thinks smelly, hairy boys (well men for the Wife) are a good thing.  Or, that at nine the part of her brain that makes you girls like smelly, hairy, loud, obnoxious boys is pumping it’s venom into her blood stream.  Don’t you know that we smell our drawers to see if they’re good for one more day!.  Don’t you know we depend on you to know better?  HOW does my perfect, beautiful, intelligent, & light filled daughter look at a pile of loutish little mud heathens and think,”Oh boy!”?  How do any of you do that?  Do you have any idea how many guns I need to buy now?  And some barbed wire..and some alligators…. Guard dogs.  Big ones.  Like twenty feet tall or something.

Sigh!

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Wednesdays Woodland Walk

August 27, 2008

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That’ll do Donkey!

Where's Shrek?


Who let the Cows Out?

Gate crashers!

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Love in the Malá Strana

August 18, 2008

Up Lesser Town hill

A young man peddles his bike

Like floating on air

Perched on handle bars

A young woman and her smile

Wine bottle in hand

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Time

August 17, 2008

Bury acorns in the soil

When pictures were black and white

Now your age in moss

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Gather

August 16, 2008

Light the Bar-B-Q

Hand out drinks to all your friends

Conversations start

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Hang on to your Emotions

August 15, 2008

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Laurie Anderson & Lou Reed

They are my all time favorite couple.  I would love to experience Lou’s New York City and have a conversation about anything with Laurie.

Amen.

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Wednesdays Woodland Walk

August 14, 2008

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Just a tulip tree with a knot in it…

But wait!  There’s more…

I’m just a little black rain cloud…

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