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Rural, irritated, savvy; nice most of the time. Making a serious effort to find gratitude & hope. Post your pictures of home and garden, swear creatively and I might follow you. DO NOT SEND ME PRIVATE MESSAGES.
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Caught a miasma of the rainbow colors
November 27, 2025 at 1:52 AM
Caught a miasma of the rainbow colors
Our little town upstate showed up!
October 19, 2025 at 1:44 AM
Our little town upstate showed up!
Trumansburg was in the house!
October 19, 2025 at 1:42 AM
Trumansburg was in the house!
Moving into fall
September 25, 2025 at 12:05 AM
Moving into fall
Since I’m in X/Twitter detention for the next 5+ days, but can scroll read-only, I will take a screen shot now & then & post it here. What does this mean, really? Just an hour or two ago, I think…
September 10, 2025 at 12:43 AM
Since I’m in X/Twitter detention for the next 5+ days, but can scroll read-only, I will take a screen shot now & then & post it here. What does this mean, really? Just an hour or two ago, I think…
Walking home in the twilight from my neighbor’s I see across the fields a cross.
August 24, 2025 at 3:53 AM
Walking home in the twilight from my neighbor’s I see across the fields a cross.
Wouldn’t this be amazing?
August 18, 2025 at 2:19 AM
Wouldn’t this be amazing?
9:32 pm, west side Cayuga Lake…
August 11, 2025 at 2:51 AM
9:32 pm, west side Cayuga Lake…
July 20, from the high fields
July 31, 2025 at 5:36 AM
July 20, from the high fields
Pink sky after deluge, after breeze sweeps the humidity & dewpoint of the last 2 awful days away…inside & out we creatures begin to breathe. It is 8:50 pm. I take pics & videos & wander about, awash in the marvel of ephemera. At 8:53 I turn to come inside, as another front is coming beyond the blaze
July 14, 2025 at 1:40 AM
Pink sky after deluge, after breeze sweeps the humidity & dewpoint of the last 2 awful days away…inside & out we creatures begin to breathe. It is 8:50 pm. I take pics & videos & wander about, awash in the marvel of ephemera. At 8:53 I turn to come inside, as another front is coming beyond the blaze
Odd light at twilight, too much rain, even the humidity doesn’t feel all that green; still, I am outside, mowing, futzing, whatnot. After all that winter ice, even soggy ground & unsettled weather don’t faze me. I have a calmer sense of being in the world. Damn, tho; could use a bit more sun.
June 20, 2025 at 5:32 AM
Odd light at twilight, too much rain, even the humidity doesn’t feel all that green; still, I am outside, mowing, futzing, whatnot. After all that winter ice, even soggy ground & unsettled weather don’t faze me. I have a calmer sense of being in the world. Damn, tho; could use a bit more sun.
O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us
June 11, 2025 at 12:20 AM
O wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us
Where’s the selfie and where’s the truth?
May 30, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Where’s the selfie and where’s the truth?
My old, insistent yellow tree peony, decades fiddling, pruning. Wish I knew the ratio of yellow tree peony to human life, like with dogs. I’m stewarding her, as I am with other living things around here. We found valerian, old-fashioned, scenting past; crazy after our decades here still discovering.
May 30, 2025 at 3:49 AM
My old, insistent yellow tree peony, decades fiddling, pruning. Wish I knew the ratio of yellow tree peony to human life, like with dogs. I’m stewarding her, as I am with other living things around here. We found valerian, old-fashioned, scenting past; crazy after our decades here still discovering.
Now these are exquisite tulips. I got this share of Jenny Creek Flowers for Christmas, to tide me over into my own garden bounty. I’m a bit obsessed with them. And I have more shares yet to bring home. Meanwhile, the outside ground is bursting keen into riot & the loamy earth’s resplendence.
May 6, 2025 at 12:50 AM
Now these are exquisite tulips. I got this share of Jenny Creek Flowers for Christmas, to tide me over into my own garden bounty. I’m a bit obsessed with them. And I have more shares yet to bring home. Meanwhile, the outside ground is bursting keen into riot & the loamy earth’s resplendence.
At the end of March some old friends journeyed west to the Platte River & the Sandhill Cranes. I cropped the NYT photo, after picking out my tall-grass Swedish brother, long of my heart if not my blood. Do read this gorgeous piece. It made me wicked homesick.
www.nytimes.com/2025/04/10/s...
www.nytimes.com/2025/04/10/s...
April 28, 2025 at 1:36 AM
At the end of March some old friends journeyed west to the Platte River & the Sandhill Cranes. I cropped the NYT photo, after picking out my tall-grass Swedish brother, long of my heart if not my blood. Do read this gorgeous piece. It made me wicked homesick.
www.nytimes.com/2025/04/10/s...
www.nytimes.com/2025/04/10/s...
Moments into the new day beyond Earth Day… looking for some solace, for myself, for a friend, for all of us. Looking for healing & constancy. It is spring here. I need to pray and rejoice, before I fall back into the fray, which I know I will. Found this on the Xavier University website.
April 23, 2025 at 4:22 AM
Moments into the new day beyond Earth Day… looking for some solace, for myself, for a friend, for all of us. Looking for healing & constancy. It is spring here. I need to pray and rejoice, before I fall back into the fray, which I know I will. Found this on the Xavier University website.
