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The Wizard’s Shop

So as I told you,  I had come through the fog, up the mountain, into the clearing populated by a grove of gargoyles, posing as if so many dozen trees had bared their bottoms in a manner both threatening and somehow playful and liberating.As I might have confessed, I was tempted to run straightway back into the shelter of the woods and take the shortest path home--if indeed I could even find that path again.But as I turned to leave, there at the edge of the forest behind me appeared a crude shed nestled back into the hillside. I had not expected … Continue Reading ››

Just Passing Through: Dragonfly Migration 2014

It is in such light as this, late in the afternoon, when they are illuminated by a brilliant beam against the background shadows that they first "appear" as if out of nowhere.We always have a few marauding dragonflies that claim hunting territory along the creek from which they hatched and the edge of the pasture.When the light is low and bright, and the days grow noticeably shorter, and I am not thinking it is time for them yet at all, the migrating dragonflies descend from their travels (to where?) and congregate in our little five acre sliver of clearing in the midst … Continue Reading ››

Not Long About It

I was not at ease exploring whatever it was that I had stumbled upon, and yet I could not just slip back into the woods without allowing my curiosity a closer look.Here is one close-up lignified creature that I almost expected to begin moving towards me--a wooden slug with waggling antennae--just one in this menagerie of oddities.I made one other stop--that I will relate to you, anon-- before I was overcome by the overwhelming feeling that there had been eyes on me all the while.

Strangeness on the Moors

I don't know what I intended from my walk up the steep ridge behind the house. It was so foggy when I set out that I almost turned around right away for fear of quickly becoming lost.But something drew me higher, farther and farther from any familiar landmark in these woods I thought I knew well, the more strange and disorienting for the thick whiteness in every direction. Up was, at least, still up. I would eventually reach the crest.Eventually, after hours and I don't know how many miles later and hundreds feet higher than the house, the forest gave … Continue Reading ››

Mist, Dew, Fog: Rain’s Gentle Cousins

There have not been a lot of rose-smelling pauses around here lately. And I'm most of the time not knowing whether to scratch my watch or wind my butt, as some unnamed fellow-southern-person famously said.It has been (blessedly) rainy here of late and we're about to catch up with the deficit for the year. Some of it has come as frog-choking downpours. Some as gentle day-long mist.The heavy-fog gentle drizzles leave a different signature on the land and vegetation than the heavy drops that come like buckets poured from heaven.One of those signatures of mist or heavy dew overnight is this tinsel … Continue Reading ››
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