watching the rain

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Look! It is raining!

Rain is fascinating to watch from inside. My dog is mesmerized by it. Her ears point forward to listen to it splat against the window. Her eyes widen to watch the water lines glide down the glass. She has a chance to observe rain without getting her fur wet. Ruby is a stray. She knows how to dash inside a leafy shrub or under an evergreen tree at the start of rain. One rainy day, I could not coax her out of the Arborvitae tree next to our house. I had to carry her inside from the rain. She trusts nature for shelter.

We adopted our one year old Corgi/Mix almost two months ago. The rescue group found her in Alabama. She is a sweet, gentle and cuddly girl who easily curls into our laps. We wonder about her days as a stray. We imagine she lived in the woods or near farmland. She seems more comfortable in those types of locations than our suburban neighborhood. She lets out a nervous bark and tries to chase the trucks, cars or lawn mowers passing by the sidewalk. She trots confidently along the trails through a field or woods and stands alert and ready at sight of a bird or squirrel. Sometimes when we are on a walk, Ruby will stop and sit on the grass next to a stream or on a hill overlooking an open field. She sits calm and quiet. The fur on her neck fluffs in the wind. She lifts her head up and glances towards me, as if to say this is mine. I say, “come!” She walks next to me back to our house. Indoors is now her home, too.

Discovery on AT Hike

Indian Pipe

Despite temperatures greater than 90 degrees and heat advisory warnings, my mom, aunt and I hiked a portion of the Appalachian Trail in Pennsylvania several weeks ago. The shade from the trees and shrubs on the woodland trail gave us some relief from the heat. When we felt tired, we sat on a log, drank water and ate snacks. The sun shapes nudged us forward. We wondered, “What is at the end of the trail curve or climb where the sun stretches wider?” Playful drops of light on forest leaves, rocks and moss led us along the way to our ten mile goal.  Not too shabby for our “over a half-century” bodies! We discovered energy we did not know we had and inspiration as simple as sunlight.

There is an herbaceous plant that does not make its own energy from sunlight. I discovered the plant on our AT hike, poking through patches of moss near tree roots.  It is a white rubbery plant with a bell shaped head and notched stalk.  It is Monatropa Uniflora other names: Ghost plant and Indian Pipe. The Monatropa Uniflora plant is not a fungus, but a wildflower. It does not gather its energy from sunlight, but from the mutually beneficial relationship between trees and fungi.  Don’t we all feel a bit more energized with people who are kind towards each other?

These plants do not have chlorophyll (reason they are not green), therefore it does not use photosynthesis to make energy. Trees use photosynthesis to make sugars and other carbohydrates. Fungi along roots of trees in form of tiny threads underground called hyphae gather minerals and other nutrients from the soil. The trees and fungi share their energy sources with each other. When the Indian Pipe seed makes contact with the fungi hyphae it will use the hyphae’s energy sources (carbohydrates and sugars from trees and minerals from soil) to grow. Eventually more fungi grow around the Indian Pipe’s root ball and supply it with energy.    The Indian Pipe depends on energy manufactured outside itself from fungi.  Some folks just thrive helping others!  And others are humble enough to receive the help!  

Click here for more interesting facts about the Indian Pipe plant and its Native American folklore.

Turtle Rescue

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Snapping Turtle on ball field

 

I laugh when I think of my unexpected scramble with this turtle in the outfield at Meadowbrook Park. The game began when I spotted the turtle’s head and wrinkled neck at the corner of a chain-link fence. The prehistoric-like creature looked so vulnerable and out of its element. I wanted to help it. Its head disappeared into its shell when I moved close. I consulted Google and made a plan to carry it out of the field by holding it like a sandwich in both hands with thumb on shell and fingers supporting under-body.  My knuckles rolled over the gravel, grasped and lifted the turtle.  POW! A fist with teeth shot out from the suspended shell towards me like a surprise back-handed punch.  I screamed, jumped, and dropped the turtle.

Adults and children approached the field, curious about the commotion. Two men advised me to be careful since it was a snapping turtle.  The tall man handed me a soda can through the fence and a few minutes later, the other man lifted his son’s scooter over the fence to me. They both advised me to push the turtle about 3 feet to an opening under the fence.  I thought, “What? Push it with these!” I tried. The turtle turned and snapped at me and dug its claws into the sand. The people watched my tap-jump,  poke-hop,  push-shuffle drills.  Finally, the tall man joined me on the field.  He gripped the scooter handle like a croquet player and calmly batted the turtle. It spun through the hoop and in a few seconds it was free in the grassy area. The man gave me a high five and the onlookers dispersed. The game was over and both sides won.

Sometimes curiosity and wonder can cause us to make funny connections with strangers.

Later I learned that snapping turtles should not be picked up. Their bites can cause injury! They can be particularly aggressive during Spring mating and nesting season. Clink on resources about turtles and turtle rescue.

Busy Bird

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First day of Summer and our backyard garden is lush green from all the rainy days in Spring. The ground cover, Mazus Reptans feels like a cool moist sponge under my bare feet. My toes sink into the natural plush carpet until I hear vibrating gurgles and clicks inside and around our hanging bird house. I disturbed feeding time for the house wrens. Baby wrens and parent wren are sending secret messages to each other. I go back inside my townhouse, close the slider screen door and watch the nature show. The scene repeats many times. Parent wren carries one rice-sized morsel in tip of beak, slips into the bird house for a few seconds, peaks through round opening, dives out, flies away, disappears briefly and returns with another single morsel for the hungry babies.

It is amazing to watch the parent wren’s focus, perseverance and diligence. Each food speck is beak-carried and flown to the nest with urgency. I wish I had this wren’s energy and discipline when I prepare dinner for my family every night. I am usually unmotivated, disorganized, distracted and quick to take bites for myself when I am cooking. The wren and its single-morsel flights reminds me of the importance of being present in each step of the cooking process. Each moment is valuable. This is true for anytime I am serving others. Being mindful will result in peace that is as natural and comforting as the wren’s instinct to nurture its babies.

Galatians 6:9 And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

Spring Snow

Spring Snow

On the second day of Spring we were surprised with the perfect snow. Four inches of good packing snow on a weekday. An amazing light snow able to be shaped and sculpted. “Come on, mom! Let’s make a snow fort,” my son called as he knelt in the snow and swung his arms wide along the snow surface gathering up a snow pile. He pounded and smashed the fluffy snow into a hard mound, then gently smoothed the snow wall with his gloved hands. I bent down and began to form snow ball bricks and instructed him in the proper technique for snow fort making.

“Make the snow bricks first then stack and fill the holes with the snow, don’t pound so hard,” I said. I reminded him that I have lots of experience in this stuff because I lived most of my childhood in a state that always had snow on the ground in winter. I made my lopsided snow balls, stacked and crushed them into a bumpy wall. No amount of bragging would change my son’s plans. He pressed and shaped his snow into a solid curved wall that resembled a dragon’s tail. My son asked me why it sounds like I am criticizing his work. After we finished snow building, he threw snowballs at both of our structures. Mine toppled and his stood firm in the snow ball assault.

Next to our snow fort is the Peach tree my husband and I severely pruned a couple weeks ago. It is the “Y” standing next to our snow wall. I think about all the high limbs we cut off so it could produce more abundant and accessible fruit. It reminds me that maybe some of the words I speak need to be pruned, too – cut the critical tone so the fruit of kindness is more abundant and wisdom is more accessible to others.

Winter Hike

I went for a hike today on the wooded trails in Robinson Nature Center. I like the open feeling in the December woods. The sparse surroundings relieve my stress from the busy holiday season. There is less confusion and congestion and more simplicity and space in the bare woods. Only single sounds and single sights. No canopy of leafy trees to crowd me. A single bird song to listen to and try to memorize for later identification. Was it a “creekataw” or “creekachee”? A clear sound without competition. Easy to be mindful and slow down in this place. One crunching sound leads to one squirrel racing up and over a tree trunk on the ground. I could see the squirrel carrying a round orange object the size of its head in its mouth. I wondered if I could see where he would hide it. Less is hidden between the exposed trees and on the crunchy leaf covered ground. The evergreen trees stand unchanged and bold among the greys and browns. Everlasting and eternal things is where to focus. My stress melts when I do.

Peaches

Our garden plot had a peach explosion in June.  Early June, small peaches lined our peach tree’s thin branches like strings of beads. It was bittersweet to pick the immature fruit, but necessary to allow growing space and branch support for some peaches to reach full size. By mid June many small peaches dropped on their own. The picked peaches were fed to our compost bin.

The dropped peaches were nibbled by mystery critters. I had to step around pits and half eaten peaches to pick the peaches off our tree. Many were too high to reach without standing on a ladder or bending a branch.  By the end of June, we had many ripe peaches that dripped sweet juice with each bite or slice. We are amazed that our once scrawny peach tree purchased on clearance at Home Depot a couple years ago was so productive this year.

 

 

 

The Nest

Robin's Nest

In mid April we found a new nest on the rafters under our deck. We felt like expectant parents the day our son announced he saw a Robin sitting in the nest.  We tried to limit our activity around the nest.    But one evening my husband and I assembled a shed on our patio while our Robin sat still in her nest the whole time.  The Robin even tolerated us standing on the deck and looking through the narrow space between deck boards into her nest. We glimpsed the transformation – three bright blue eggs to black and pink squiggles to feather balls.  From our basement slider window we watched the Robin fly to her nest with a worm hanging from her beak.  The chicks greeted her with wobbly bobbleheads and open funnel-like beaks.  Space is tight in the nest, now. See the two beaks?

Two beaks
Two beaks

Welcome Spring

Edible Garden BeginsToday thin green spinach seedlings popped out of the seed starter soil, a perfect start to Spring. During our late winter snowfall last week,  I planted seeds for our summer kitchen garden.  I found this wire rack at the Goodwill and thought it perfect to hold our seedlings.  This year I plan to make our raised beds more visually appealing with a mix of flowers planted among vegetable plants.  I picked attractive vegetable plants including peppers, eggplants and spinach for our garden below the deck.  I will grow patio tomatoes in pots on the deck to keep them from getting unruly.  I learned my lesson from last year.  My son requested his favorite flower, Forget-Me-Not, so we started those from seed, too. My husband planted garlic last fall, and tall green stalks are appearing around the raised beds already.  They will be harvested in July, so I am hoping they will not detract from the plan to have a more beautiful garden that invites relaxation.  The snow in this photo has melted.  Spring is here bringing many garden dreams!

Walking sticks

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We found a lovely canopy of Japanese Maple trees on a late November walk in North Carolina. I found a little refuge, a reminder that God is our refuge and shelter. My son found walking sticks.  He brought them home, removed the  bark with a pocket knife and rubbed the bare wood smooth with fine grit sandpaper. “It feels like velvet now!” he said, sliding his hand along its surface.  He looked proud of his uncovered treasure. At Christmas, he gave one of his carved walking sticks to a friend who hikes long distances. Nature uncovers gifts…comfort and awareness of God’s protection; a child’s perseverance and generosity; and a mom’s pride in her son.