Showing posts with label Mist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mist. Show all posts

Friday, August 14, 2015

A Stormy Afterglow at Flower Hill Farm Retreat


It was a tempest shaking trees, tossing small branches and pouring down buckets of rain that only lasted for about ten minutes. Once the storm passed a completely arched rainbow stretched across the sky and the afterglow was a spectacle to behold. You can see more over at my Garden Blog.



Sunday, March 3, 2013

Flower Hill Farm Butterflies of 2012 ~ American Copper


The teeny tiny American Copper (Lycaena phlaeas) packs a sizable palette for one so small.   I was happy to find this little butterfly sunning in the south field back in May of 2012. Its wingspan is only 7/8 x 1 1/8 . . . a delicate, miniature, ephemeral painting belonging to the Gossamer-wings family . . . offering distinctive marks and textures that one can identify but never own. However, photos and happy memories are filed, of a late may day, walking in the south field along side a fragile, yet plentiful living jewel. 



We might pause before pulling out all of the invasive Sheep Sorrels or Curly Dock of the Rumex family growing in our gardens and meadows. I am sure to examine plants carefully before composting them in hopes of finding eggs or caterpillars of this lively and vibrant butterfly. Stands of sorrel are left to grow along the south field paths . . .  in honor of American Coppers.



The American Copper butterflies are on the wing or in varying stages of metamorphosis from mid May through the middle of September. They overwinter here in their chrysalis stage or as the Massachusetts Butterfly Club's great website mentions ~ in half grown Larva state.



It stimulates the imagination, to consider life waiting beneath heavy blankets of snow now filling our Western Massachusetts gardens, fields and forest . . . and as far as the eye can see, lightly coating every twig and tree. Hemerocallis sleep within a deep frost . . . waiting to feel alive again.
Color will run riot in just a couple of months, but for now, just outside our windows and doors the dawning sun paints the sky, clouds and mist ethereal hues of lavender and pink.






March continues to hold fast to winter's quiet and cold beauty. 
Bluebirds are patiently guarding their house, while the Mount Holyoke Range sits shrouded in pink mist. 


Spring seems content to stay away for now . . . I shall have to visit 'early spring' at the Lyman Conservatory on the Smith College campus just fifteen minutes away down in the neighboring town of Northampton, where visitors can inhale an elixir of hyacinths and other flowering bulbs of their Spring Bulb Show.




Friday, April 13, 2012

Nature's Black Knight ~ Raptor of the Dead


Dark as a moonless night, this new world vulture . . .  nature's silent black knight Cathartes aura, emanates mystery, while evoking macabre images from the minds of many that view him. 
Turkey Vultures are truly remarkable diurnal creatures, preferring carrion to fresh meat and purifying our world as they dine. If you were to change the 'C' in its scientific name for a 'K' you would have the Greek derivative Kathartes meaning cleansing or purifier. Carthartes aura means purifying breeze. 
It is hard to imagine our world without Turkey Vultures or vultures of any kind.


I feel the intent, glaring stare upon me here, but do not fear for I know that these dark lords of the sky do not attack the living. Perhaps it is only a curious stare after all. 


Spring is a time of song but not for this magnificent being, who makes only sibilant sounds . . . a sibilance of hisses . . . air streams emerging from deep within. 
This Turkey Vulture is letting me know he or she is annoyed with my approaching too closely in the south field. The sinister sound is meant to frighten me away and the Turkey Vulture seems piqued by my persistence. 
They are known to grunt, cough, rattle and if really upset, vomit might spill down upon me. 
Singing is out, for they are not endowed with adequate vocal organs. 
Smelling is keen however, for unlike other raptors, vultures have super sophisticated olfactory organs. Note the rather large nostrils. 


A rapacious raptor . . . perhaps when feeding, but otherwise they get on quite well with one another and can migrate in flocks of up to a thousand individuals. Turkey Vulture roosts are sometimes as large as one hundred. 
What a sight that must be and to hear that many hisses at once . . . creepy yet thrilling.


Vulture comes from the latin vellere, to tear, and this princely bird of prey comes equipped with a sharp hooked ivory beak. 
I find it very impressive especially as it is not built to kill.


Misunderstood and even mistreated vultures are revered in some cultures where 'sky burials' are favored and vultures play a key role in their beliefs for releasing the spirit or soul of the dead. 


If hisses do not frighten you away . . . here is another way to let you know that I am big and fierce. 
This is a WOW experience. 
It must be a challenge to keeps ones balance with wings spread up to six feet. 
A first fauna encounter after being off the farm for a week and it being suggested that I do not use enough black and gray in my paintings. 
I have read that the TurkeyVulture is really more black-brown but being this close up it appears black enough to me. 
Never having encountered a perched Turkey vulture before, I feel very lucky to have eyed its large form in a young oak along the south field. 
Luckier still that the vulture allows me to approach so closely and take over three hundred photographs. 



Are you not frightened yet??


Oh Well. 




I will be off then . . . to heights you cannot but dream to reach!
Even though I speak kindly and with great admiration for the majestic grace of this Turkey Vulture, he finally spreads his wings for flight . . .  instead of fright . . . and soon was soaring out of sight. 







Vultures die when they eat the remains of poisoned critters. Yet another good reason to never . . .  ever use poisons. 
All vultures are actually aseptic animals and do not spread disease. 
I should love to have an immune system such as theirs . . . these cleaners of our dead keep our world safer and sweeter. 

Hellebores are poisonous but used to cure madness. 

Spring is a sweet time of year and buds are beginning to burst here at Flower Hill Farm. 

Dark apple trunks dancing in the mist . . . contrasting gray birch.

There is ever mystery in the process. 


The Turkey Vulture would not have been moved by flattery from a fox as was a fabled crow, but perhaps you might enjoy my latest installment to my bestiary over at Native Plants and Wildlife Gardens. 

Update: April 15, 2012
Another very valuable black/brown creature has returned to Flower Hill Farm . . . I sighted my first bat last night!! Finally the fungus that is killing our bats has been marked as the real killer and hopefully now a cure can be found . . . before it is too late. You can call congress and the white house and demand funding for this important research. I have called and I hope you will too. We do not want to have a world without bats.




Saturday, August 13, 2011

Deeper Into Green A Monarchy Morphs



Little Monarch caterpillars do not stay little long.


Growing strong each day
stretching towards one's destiny
 searching for one's self


It may take some time
finding a place to feel safe
life can then unfold

Can you see what does not quite fit in this photograph? To see its story told . . .  visit Native Plants and Wildlife Gardens



Hidden within all
growth reveals inner beauty
the curtain rises






Throwing off old garb
crumpled up caught by jade leaf
growth comes from within

A chrysalis forms
green wing templates expanding
intention grabs hold


Just before changing
securely fasten your clasp
preventing a fall








Greening soul resting
imagination flowing
metamorphosing 


Song of renewal
realizing potential
a new beginning 

Honor the journey
yellow white and black larva
become beaded gold




A garden holds light
beauty and danger reside
a white fright in green







Illumination
ever morphing surroundings
green within and out


Sneak peek for next week. 


It has been my great joy and honor to have experienced hundreds and hundreds of Monarch butterfly metamorphoses over the last twenty seven years. Each and every one is magical and feeds the spirit . . . a lovely metaphor for our lives. You can see more about these enchanting creatures by visiting earlier posts beginning here then following the other acts. 

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Watery Constellations Connections and American Redstart























Down into the woods
rivulets overflowing
forming round bubbles

Water orbs suspend
acrobats on woven webs
beauty in free fall

Warming trends are real
inspiring thought and action
scarcity and melt

Millions go without
precious drops essential drink
huge global crisis

Flashes of color
American Redstarts flit
bright ideas grow

How can we all help
all life depends on water
heart and mind open




Water flows freely and abundantly here . . .  from the sky and in our Flower Hill Farm woodlands. Early morning  jewels of dew and raindrops are inspiring and quench my creative thirst. I can also imagine how someone in other parts of the world might gather these drops to feed a desperate life thirst. Global warming and water scarcity are connected. You might enjoy this National Geographic link to learn more. 

The protection of our waterways from pesticides and other pollutants is fragile and always under attack. 

Did you know? On June 22, 2011 the
 "Senate Agriculture, Nutrition and Forestry Committee passed a bill (H.R. 872) that would limit the regulation of pesticides. The bill, which was introduced by Rep. Gibbs(R-OH) and had passed the House on 3/31, would exempt applications of pesticides to waterways from the Clean Water Act. More than 1,000 waterways in the United States are known to be impaired because of pesticide pollution. The only committee members to vote against the bill were Sen. Leahy (D-VT) and Sen. Gillibrand (D-NY). The bill now moves to the Senate floor, but Sen. Cardin (D-MD), chair of the Environment and Public Works Committee's water subcommittee, placed a hold on it. " From NRDC

You can call your representatives in Congress to demand full protection of our water. Hundreds of drops of rain and dew remind me of constellations or the milky way. I like to think of our actions as engaged citizens in that way too . . . we are many and can shine like stars in the minds of our family, friends and leaders. 

Water conservation is imperative in the larger picture and in our daily lives. 




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