Friday, May 31, 2013

#534: Signs of Summer

It's that time of year again.
The whole clan has gathered and jobs
must be posted:

Some workers are,um, hostile toward their siblings:

Others make provisions:

Just stay out of the kitchen.

My car gave me this sign:
What's done is done.

Although I'll miss this place.
How many gas shacks are shingled
 and decorated with hooked fish?

Clear skies and empty beaches.
That's the sign we're all looking for.



Monday, May 27, 2013

#533: Bantams in a Bucket

It's time.
The bantam chicks have flight feathers.
Time for them to go in their outside run.
They've never seen grass before.
First, into the bucket for the short trip outside.

Wait, what? What's going on?

Oh, a pile of feed. We understand that.

Can I eat this?
Yes! Cherry blossoms are yummy.

So much space.
It's a bit nerve-wracking.

But all my friends are here,

and David's keeping a watchful eye.
Sortof.

Friday, May 24, 2013

#532: Minivan in the Background

This is Memorial day Weekend,
the official beginning of summer
on Nantucket.
Every summer for the last decade 
I've packed kids and towels into the car
for beach time.
I didn't drive on the beach (I don't like the parking lot effect)
 but I'd drive there and back.
No more.
My car is done.
says so, right there on the odometer.

 The background of my life, bashed in on all four corners by the teens we've taught to drive.

Full of memories: confidences that couldn't be spoken face to face. Piles of sand and wet towels. Watermelon, BLTs and cheesecake stashed in the 'way back' for  Fourth of July feasts. Threats to pull over "Right Now" and make the whole crew get out and walk if they didn't stop fighting. Lots of loud singing which didn't seem to bother me at all. Being quizzed on the artists and names of whatever song came on the radio. Getting better at it.


Bumper-stickered for my son's campaign:
first in 2012, then again in 2013. No point in getting new bumper-stickers when you can re-use the old ones. Sustainability was a big part of his platform. Sustainability is also a big part of my decision to go car-less. The island is only 16 miles long. What does anyone need a car for? It's much quicker to bike. No traffic jams, no parking problems. No dumpy figure from not getting any exercise. No filling up the tank with gasoline for $70 a pop every two weeks. And no exhaust sending pollutants into the air every time the engine is on.

Come and take it away, Harry.
Harry Larrabee takes anything metal away for free.
and if you need something brought over from America,
his flat-bed truck is available.

Good-bye, minivan.
Hello, bicycle.

Friday, May 17, 2013

#531: Escape to Lily Pond

The summer has barely begun.
We are already sneaking off to the Lily Pond
to escape the crowds.
Scoping out a picnic site.

The cedar grove is taken...

This tree will do.

Cinnamon fern unfurls only in spring but
We'll be back again and again,

to watch apple blossoms turn to fruit.

And grape vines yield grapes.

Thorny bushes, blackberries.

And the high-bush blueberries, visions of thieves.

Wally wishes she could come.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

#530: Sermon Haiku #40: Galatians 5:22-24

Holy Spirit's fruit
Love: genuine affection
Agape ripened

Exuberant joy
Keeping the Father's commands
Fruit that never spoils

Shalom transcendant
Incomprehensible peace
Guarding minds and hearts

Willing to stand by
Holding tight to God's promise
Patient endurance

Kindly compassion
Heart's unfolding giftedness
Sweet-smelling flower

God's goodness prevails
Committed to holiness
Giving way to grace

Eyes focused on God
Pruned carefully, still faithful
Nourished by the Vine

Oh, gentle of heart
Never forcing my own way
How I long for this

The fruit comes from Him
By the Holy Spirit's power
God, not self, control.

Friday, May 10, 2013

#529: Nantucket Patterns

Narcissus in the mist.
There are so many daffodils this time of year,
it takes deliberate effort to appreciate individuals.

Same with my woven necktie seats.
See the tiny whales?

Seashell patterns show the touch of God.
Both univalves...

And bivalves.

Even lowly tree mushrooms sing His glory.

We join in when we create patterns
of our own.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013

#528: Chicken Spring

It's a grey day today but still Spring with a capital S.
Here's some joy of spring, from above:
Yellow tulip, safe from the deer
due to extensive 6' fencing.

First egg, from one of the Americanas.
The first egg of any hen is cause for celebration.

Chicken run--they've been scratching in the grape arbor
all winter but now I need to plant popcorn there.

So we built them a run to their new yard.

It took a while for them to figure it out.
Our chickens are sweet, timid and not very bright.

Becky's Bantam's are a bit feistier.
And super cute.

They love the feeder she made them
 from a piece of bamboo.
I love hearing them peep all day, and night.

So much about Spring is delightful,
even on grey days.

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