Preserves

Saturday
Nov132010

Red tree

285/365

Red tree, go on
Red tree, go on
You've waited a long time
You've waited a long time
Red tree, go on

~ verse from Green Grass, Red Tree by Don Peris
from the CD Birds of My Neighborhood by the Innocence Mission 

My memories seem to be divided sharply by season; the fall memories are the most vivid but also the most mysterious. I don’t know that we are losing touch with the rhythm of the seasons. So many people I know feel this same tremendous anticipation at the start of each season, a feeling that everything is beginning, but also of being reconnected to the past because of memory being triggered.

~ Karen Peris, hearsay UK interview

 

I listened to this CD during my run along the seawall the other morning -- a seemingly odd choice of music at first thought but really quite perfect for the season. Actually, I was hardly aware of running -- my thoughts were about water, leaves, berries, and sky around and above me, and the cool autumn air entering my lungs.

Monday
Oct252010

Bird of the day

Khenko

The lovely writer/editor/curator/head bird at the Hedge Society has just published my true story about a long walk, Chinook jargon, public art, hope and restoration, and a steel heron I now visit regularly. Just thought you might like to know in case you don't have enough to read today ;-).

Sunday
Oct242010

Thanksgiving

270/365: At the top of the hill #1

Piper, Prince of the hill, October 10th, 2010 (Thanksgiving Sunday)

A poem of gratitude about the simple pleasures of life:

Otherwise

Jane Kenyon

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Source: Poetry 180

Friday
Oct152010

Pear and apple

272/365

Organic Red Pear and apple (a golden variety)
freshly picked from the Pocket Farmers' Market at my workplace

 photographed on the balcony, October 15th, 2010

 

Friday
Oct012010

My favourite farmers' market haul of the season - the last one

265/365

Eggplants & heirloom tomatoes from the Farmers Market
photographed on the balcony, October 1st, 2010