Day 270 – In a Brown Land

In a Brown Land

Day 270

Now, O Now in This Brown Land by James Joyce

Now, O now, in this brown land
Where Love did so sweet music make
We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship’ sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay
Which now is ended in this way.

A rogue in red and yellow dress
Is knocking, knocking at the tree;
And all around our loneliness
The wind is whistling merrily.
The leaves — – they do not sigh at all
When the year takes them in the fall.

Now, O now, we hear no more
The vilanelle and roundelay!
Yet will we kiss, sweetheart, before
We take sad leave at close of day.
Grieve not, sweetheart, for anything — –
The year, the year is gathering.

My sweet boy and I walked tonight.  I was quite stylish on that walk with my brown dress slacks, my brown Mackinac Island hoodie with burgundy turtleneck, orange and white running shoes, brown fuzzy gloves and white and black knit head wrap.  I was set to go in true style and completed the look with hot pink and lime green ear buds to listen to my walking playlist.
It is so easy to embarrass a 13-year-old boy, even on a swiftly darkening evening.
With the cold wind blowing through my head wrap and into my ears, we decided to cut the walk short with a short cut through the dark cemetery. The conversation was good, the company better even though my sweet boy was walking 10 paces behind my stylish self.  Then I started to dance as we walked through the cemetery.  There was only me, the sweet boy and those who were tucked in under the brown winter grass (and maybe a sleepy squirrel or two).  The distance between my sweet boy and I lengthened to 20 paces, me dancing to Bang Bang, him walking with his head averted.
I can’t wait for tomorrow’s stroll.  It is so easy to embarrass a 13-year-old boy….

Day 269 – Winter Berries

Winter Berries

Day 269

Nature rarer uses Yellow by Emily Dickinson

Nature rarer uses Yellow
Than another Hue.
Saves she all of that for Sunsets
Prodigal of Blue

Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly
Like a Lover’s Words.


“What are ya?  Yellah?”
“Ya, yellah-bellied sap sucker!”
They call me Mellow Yellow.  Quite right.”
“Everything that is yellow is not gold.”
“Don’t eat yellow snow.”
“Silence is not always golden; sometimes it is yellow.”
“If it’s yellow let it mellow…if it’s brown flush it down!!”
If you are like me, yellow conjures feelings of warmth, of sunshine and of happiness.  Yellow is the dress I wore in 5th grade; pale yellow with chiffon accordion-pleated sleeves and every girl I knew wanted that dress.  Yellow is the tree in my mother’s yard that in the fall makes everything glow under the gray skies.  Yellow is the color of permanence and commitment in a band around my finger.  Yellow is tart and crisp in an apple pie and in a lemon meringue pie.  Yellow is the scent of a narcissus in the spring air.
Yellow is unappreciated, I think – it isn’t as flashy and bold as red, orange and purple, as calming as blue and green and it has the reputation of being cowardly.  But maybe we are all confusing yellow’s sensitivity with fear; yellow is unassuming and doesn’t mind letting the other colors hog the spotlight.  It will be right there, tucked away and at the ready, when we need a bit of warmth.
“There is no blue without yellow and without orange.”  ~ Vincent Van Gogh

Day 85

Day 85 – Along with day 86, it is coming in late, late, late!  But better late than never, I say!  It has been a very busy couple of days and to be perfectly honest, I just have not wanted to be online.  I have, however, been lugging the camera about with me looking for the odd angle and the general photo op.  So there you go.

85 has you looking at a row of corn from the racoon’s point of view as he hurries along a row.

Day 82

CLASSIFICATION : Toads are classified in the phylum -Chordata, subphylum -Vertebrata, class -Amphibia, order -Anura. The genus that includes more than 300 species is Bufo of the family Bufonidae. Besides Bufo, the family includes 25 genera. The giant toad is classified as Bufo marinus. The American toad is classified as Bufo americanus and the southern toad as Bufo terrestris.

Day 82 – This tiny fellow, or fellowette, was down by the riverbank while Michael was fishing.  I don’t care what kind of baby animal it is, when the animal is this tiny, it is just darn CUTE!  A couple of weeks ago when we were out to the river for a cook out, we found another just like this.  I was completely fascinated with this little creature that was no bigger than my thumbnail.  When we were finished cooing over it, we released it on the hill that leads back down to the river bank.