beck and call

"like the bear that went over the mountain, i went out to see what i could see." annie dillard (tinker creek.) this is process by which we live. we go out to see what we can see. and for no other reason. there's usually a lot.


we heed it dutifully, the gentle march of emerging life.

rock-star turned thirty. we followed the gold to the river.

did you know that:

----nature's first green is gold-----

      {and it's}

(her hardest hue to hold.)

her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour.

then leaf subsides to leaf.

so eden sank to grief.

so dawn goes down to day,

nothing gold can stay.

(r. frost.)

if any of you know me you also know this is one of the few poems i can recite.

little mosses

 spenceville nature preserve.

magic. (red bud blossoms and mistletoe.)

the leafing buckeyes lit up the canyon like sprayed neon mists.

kurt and ty in the top right, photo taken from fairy falls.

the mother.

brodiaea grows in her mists.

the boys find wild cucumber.

omen: great blue heron flies across the sky.

my favorite compost digger.

roseville: blossoms and trains.

teddy's valentine haul deepened my love for children's handmade trinkets.

dreamy skies.

dreamers in the prairie.

old town lincoln. (a town that my child was not named after, but is conveniently nearby.)

LINKY, almost 2. hides, likes to surprise us. nurses all of his babies on me, himself, and ty. loves all of his "babies." explores beyond known boundaries, a water baby. speaks unrecognizable words, and is adorable. has a noticeable appreciation for music and instruments, dances without prompting, gives kisses. jumps. runs. digs. left handed. :)

nettles for my stuffy ute(rus,) picked at hailey's wild farm.

hailey herself.

stopped by at teddy's school during garden time.

TEDDY, 6. my auto-correcter. makes paper airplanes to barter, pilfers quarters and crackers, builds forts, has seen every documentary netflix has on sharks, volcanoes, and the titanic. jumps and flaps when excited. :)

fort day at his school.

my kids equally love trains. a model of roseville's train yard.

february fairy land.

we had a picnic of hand pies, brie, miner's lettuce, and chickweed. if you want to live any semblance of a normal life do NOT read the mists of avalon. if you do, be prepared to embrace your magical self, see fairies, and the constant eye-roll of the uninitiated partner.

these magical hills are in rocklin, near my home.

baby blue oak leaves.

witches' butter. yum.

yellow bulbitious. not so yum?

warm.

confluence at the american river. it's not that warm, teddy!

my boys can throw rocks in all day.

our swamp.   we go out to watch the shrinking pools, the life that swirls there, to see who's hanging around and experience it in all seasons.

red eared slider, and right above him a muskrat glistens.

willows.

teddy catches pollywogs.

vernal pools. 

i excitedly find fairy/vernal pool shrimp. so cool. endangered, their eggs can lie dormant in dry soil and hatch after a rain, to reproduce. homegirl needs a microscope, amoeba and protozoa and whatnot.

a little of what i am doing at school. (passe selfies?)

and, gratefully dedicated to renee (scroll down to the end of linked post to see her.)

how could i ever forget you?

listen to the gut.
build your own roads.
this is a universe of abundance and adventure.

xoxo