The rowdy ones are in need of protection

Emily Dickinson referred to the Boblink as “The Rowdy of the Meadow” in her poem, The Bobolink is Gone, and it’s so true. Just one Bobolink can be chattering away in a hay field and it will sound like 20. I don’t remember these birds from the meadows and hayfields where I grew up and … Continue reading

The colours of sundown

Black-eyed Susans with fall colours and the eastern sky in the background, as the sun set. They are still going strong, despite the cool nights. “You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself.” – Emily Dickinson My posts will be a bit sporadic for awhile, as … Continue reading

Rudbeckia

“The lovely flowers embarrass me. They make me regret I am not a bee…” Emily Dickinson

  • "Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door."
    - Emily Dickinson



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