Robin Nest There used to be a robin’s nest under the top board of an old section of fencing until the board fell. I haven’t seen robin nests in the yard since then. Wren NestOut back there is a mass of wild rose bramble. One year birds (wrens) made a nest in it. …
Category: fauna
dVerse — Poetry Form Villonnet — Cool Verve
Cool VerveWhen gilded sunlight daubs the verve in fallA cooler brush upon one’s face and armsAs homely augur tickles with its charmsAlong meandered gardens do we walkWithin scorch rays and temps that burn us all,Tenaciousness unwelcome in its harms,An agent wakes, diminishes with smarm To gilded sunlight daubs cooled verve in fallLike feathers readied, gathered…
Chipmunk Candid Camera
You caught mejust about to leap,thirsty, or just needinga summer bath. Not sure how it is in your corner of the world, but here in West Michigan, the chipmunks are everywhere. They love to rest on top of things like rocks, planters, woodpiles, and this half of a bird bath*. I guess it must have…
Doodads fmg
We met up at fmg on Tuesday, as we have all summer. We headed back to the recreation of the farm from Lena’s childhood and planned on taking a back route over to the Japanese Garden, but there was work going on in that area, so it was gated off. Instead we took a boardwalk…
Doodads over past (busy) week
On Monday, a group of 8 of us, 6 adults and 2 kids, drove out to the farmer’s market I frequent, where a playground and farm animal petting area has been added over the summer. The playground included a giant tractor tire that has been made into a sandbox, with included farm equipment trucks to…
dVerse — Q206 — Royal Sisterhood
Royal Sisterhood In aerial mines of manna, probosces probe goldenrod profusion. Humming along fencelines, tigered she-workers, suspent by unstained glass wings, harvest nuggets in baskets; after, on repeat, they bend for home. When cooling breeze calls tired sisters, beelines converge en route to their royal abode. “Bee and Goldenrod” photo by Ted I am today’s…
dVerse — Q205 — Quadrille to Sulfur Cosmos
Sulfur cosmos, bright constellationed suns, call to bees’, butterflies’, hums’ of hunger to slake on pollenous, nectared sums.They give, even through rainstorms, until their now-husked offers have no more. Spent, sparse, dark brown spikes callme, beg to be jarred until spring church. De Jackson (aka whimsygizmo) is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. De wants…
Tao Talk 