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A Wooly Bear! October 19, 2010

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Hey, there’s one now!

This little thing will become a beautiful Isabella moth.  But for now, it’s only cute as a button!

Hope you like it, and see you again soon.  😉

There Be Dragons! September 29, 2010

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Yesterday, on the way home from work, I stopped by the Post Office to check on the mail, and found a dragon.


It was on the concrete stoop by the door, quivering ineffectually in the shadows of us Loomin’ Humans, not flying away as I nearly stepped on it.  Strange, I thought.

I retrieved the contents of my PO box and returned to find it still there, and decided to intervene on its behalf.  They are, after all, magical, and have graced my world with hours of mystery and amazement, and helping a Little Thing in trouble seemed the natural thing to do.

I coaxed him onto my finger (sorry, ladies, but that’s just the sense I got of it) and continued homeward as he made short, clumsy flights between my hands and my jeans.

At home I transferred him from my pinkie finger onto the fading bloom of one of Susan’s sunflowers, thinking it might make a more peaceful portal for a child of nature about to embark into The Mystery.

He was beautiful there, his iridescent green stripes playing against the bold yellows of his bed, and seemed to settle down a bit from his previous jittery state.

I broke out my camera to share him with you:

His eyes were huge, and I wondered what they were seeing:

I watched him on and off ’till bed time.

By morning he had crossed over.

Go in Peace, Little Guy.

One Trick Valley. August 9, 2008

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This summer’s dominant weather theme has been “Cool And Moist,” resulting in a lot of mornings like today’s:

Not that I’m complaining, mind you.

In the valley below, the world waits for the river of fog to rise and dissipate.  My sunflowers face resolutely eastward in patient expectation of the morning sun:

Thank you, Mother Earth.  Thank you, Father Sky.