I had planned to stick to posts about the
trip to the cabin for now. However there has been a
lot going on and I could not resist an entry.
roses are as seen from our bedroom window
the day we got back. When we left only a few
hardy roses like Teresa Brunet had bloomed.
"Delight in the small
those that inhabit
only a corner of the mind,
the ones shaped by wind
and a season: a slip of
grass, the nameless flower
that offers its scent
to a small wind."
Delight in the Small, The Silent
From Lorne Crozier's The Garden
Going on Without Us
The juvenile robins as seen from the living room
windows were also interesting. I have been
trying to figure out if the difference in marking
is age or sex based.
"In the square
there is a wall where the old men sit and watch
the young go by; he is seated in a row with them.
Desires are already memories."
All week a flock of young House Sparrows emptied the
feeders. The today a pair of Grackles with four or more
young showed up and things got loud.
Only one chick appeared to be begging and the
adult ignored the others and carried the cleaned
seeds to the called chick. One can only imagine
what it was like to feed all of them
In these shots we can see that the chick's feather colours
vary among the brood I assume that is because they hatch
at different times.
"Whosoever he is that shall hope to cure this malady
in himself or any other, must first rectify these
passions and perturbations of the mind:
the chiefest cure consists in them. A quiet mind
is that pleasure."
Anatomy of Melancholy