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Today I think
Only with scents, —scents dead leaves yield,
And bracken, and wild carrot’s seed,
And the square mustard field;
Odours that rise
When the spade wounds the roots of tree,
Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed,
Rhubarb or celery;
The smoke’s smell, too,
Flowing from where a bonfire burns
The dead, the waste, the dangerous,
And all to sweetness turns.
It is enough
To smell, to crumble the dark earth
While the robin sings over again
Sad songs of Autumn mirth.
4-H is a global network of youth organizations whose mission is "engaging youth to reach their fullest potential while advancing the field of youth development." They do this by learning through service. A 4-H group known as the O.W.L.S., Outdoor Wildlife Leadership Service, visited Brandon Spring Group Center at Land Between The Lakes in May 2016. O.W.L.S. educates kids on a variety of outdoor, survival, and identification skills. These include wildlife tracking, studying avian populations, Dutch oven cooking, and ice cream making. These 4-H’ers planted a butterfly garden, weeded flowerbeds, and helped with trail work and maintenance projects. Photo by Brian Truskey
An image that blended a black and white conversion with color using 'darker color' mode. The whiteness on skin is a heavy layer of sunscreen...
On the beach at the mouth of the river Wansbeck, next to the Sandy Bay Holiday Park campsite. North East England
My motorhome travels - ralph-dot-motorhoming.blogspot.com/2012/01/past-trips-uk-...
Larry digs us out of the massive snow storm. We had a huge blizzard with an accumulation of 11 inches of snow. Larry is digging out!
I saw this old gent in the Kings Road. There was an intensity in his gaze that was quite unnerving. Was he thinking of the future, or of the past, I wonder?
I shot two frames with the little GR. The first frame was grossly overexposed for some reason, and by the time I got to the second, the moment had passed. Fortunately, with the help of the highlights slider in Lightroom, I was able to breath a little life into the first frame.
Kings Road
Working on the new garden bed. I can't wait until this is lush with elderberries, joe pye weed, echinacea, liatris and other native beneficial species.
As usual wearing all the old things from the closet:
old second hand jeans - super comfy
old clearance shoes - note to self, but a new pair, these are so not comfortable any more
old clearance fleece - it's like a cat, has nine lives
and of course the most wonderful garden gloves from www.Ethelgloves.com which probably cost more than everything else :)
Oh yes, and the ever present hat: sloggers, love it so much I ordered 3 backups
What matter makes my spade for tears or mirth,
Letting down two clay pipes into the earth?
The one I smoked, the other a soldier
Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malplaquet
Perhaps. The dead man's immortality
Lies represented lightly with my own,
A yard or two nearer the living air
Than bones of ancients who, amazed to see
Almighty God erect the mastodon,
Once laughed, or wept, in this same light of day.
"Tanni Ille" - no water. People occupying villages on the east coast of sri lanka, face great difficulties in getting water. After Tsunami destroyed the coast, people moved inland to seek refugee there. Whole villages gather to dig wells, unfortunately many times they're unsuccessful and their women have to walk, every day, to bring water from other villages where people are fortunate enough to have it. taken somewhere in 2005
Ooops! The city plowed my neighbor's driveway shut - literally! What you see here is a pile of compacted snow, dumped right smack into the approach of my neighbor's driveway.
It's a good thing I'd cleared my drive earlier or I'd probably had a worse mess to deal with. As it was, my apron was 1/2 filled in to height of the shovel, but it was loose and movable. Val's driveway, on the other hand, was 4 feet high and so compressed I could stand on it (and I'm no lightweight)!
If I have the energy, I'll clear Val's apron after I get mine done, but a lot of times, I haven't got that energy until I've had time to rest. I knocked on Val's door last night to tell her, but there was no answer, so I'm not even sure she knows the city plowed her in!
The guy who plows us out never showed up, so I shoveled my side, and shoveled out apron twice, but Val never got plowed (same guy). It didn't matter with this mess as he'd never gotten through that pile with his pickup truck pusher blade anyway.
I called DPW and reported the problem. And told them, "Yes, I understand, the crews are tired, working too long and that this was probably an innocent mistake, but would they please fix it as soon as possible. Thank you." The answering service said they'd let someone know. When I looked out at 10 or 11 pm, the driveway was clear; I never saw or heard them. (And the pile to the left was TWICE as high as the pile to the left of my apron!)
Kudos to the city crews for showing up and fixing this as quick as they did!
It's an on-going problem - we deal with this every winter - due to the driveways sitting at the end of North Street where the plows like to U-turn, dumping excessive snow into our driveways. (You can just make out the curving trail for snow from the U-turn at lower right of this photo.)