Thursday, June 5, 2014

Today's Lens (06/05/14)


Today's Lens takes us on a walk from our farm house to my mother's, well technically my sister's now, but I think it will take the rest of my lifetime to get adjusted to calling it anything other than Mom's (sorry April). From there, we'll journey into the garden, and the goats pen for some fun! Enjoy the journey with me.

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This little one as been a very busy bee--look at that pollen! This bee is only about 1/4" long. I'm not too good with identifying species, so if anyone can, please let me know. --Image date: 06/04/14




 From a distance...  --Image date: 06/04/14



Wow, were the dandelion seeds flying around yesterday! It almost looked like it was snowing, and kind of reminded me of the opening line of Luke Bryan's "Drunk on You" - "Cottonwood blowin' like snow in July..." --Image date: 06/04/14



One lone male Mallard duck floated in the creek as we crossed over the bridge on our way to the mailbox. --Image date: 06/04/14



 Ah, my mother's bleeding hearts. She tried and tried to thin them out, but they hearty plants. The pink and white plants have now mixed together, and I was able to get one shot showcasing them both.  --Image date: 06/04/14



I'm sure Mom is smiling down knowing that her Clematis is still thriving.  --Image date: 06/04/14




The PJM blossoms have come and gone, and now it's time for the Rhododendrons.  --Image date: 06/04/14



I'm not sure what these are, but my sister may remember. They're a quite tall plant that my mother put in her side yard. I'll have to do some checking.  --Image date: 06/04/14



 Have you ever looked up at the world from inside a Red Maple tree? Well, now you have...  --Image date: 06/04/14



 The Tiger Swallowtail's (this is the male) were particularly cooperative yesterday, and were thoroughly enjoying the Lilac blossoms.  --Image date: 06/04/14



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 This one's for you Mom. The Lilacs enjoyed a full bloom this year with no late frosts to kill them.  --Image date: 06/04/14



Of course, it was hot, so Harlee took a dip in the creek to cool off. She also scared the Mallard, but I'm sure he'll be back, and Harlee really needed the cool down.  --Image date: 06/04/14


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These next few shots are of what I've taken to calling the "Swallowtail Drinking Party-Tiger Style." Several gathered in one small area to drink from the ground. The party starts out with one butterfly getting ready for guests.  --Image date: 06/04/14


The first guest has arrived. Surely the party will pick up soon.  --Image date: 06/04/14


And then there were three...  --Image date: 06/04/14



 And four...  --Image date: 06/04/14



 The fifth one is a real party crasher, and flew in unannounced!  --Image date: 06/04/14



Of course, there's always one in the bunch that has to have a little too much and trip over his own wings.  --Image date: 06/04/14



 The simplicity of a buttercup.  --Image date: 06/04/14




And a gently moving meadow. If I didn't think I'd get eaten alive by bugs, this seems like such a nice place to just sit and daydream.  --Image date: 06/04/14


A wild strawberry peeks out from beneath its green canopy. Some little critter is going to be happy to see you!  --Image date: 06/04/14


I would usually take the time to look up what kind of flower this is prior to posting, but my computer just notified me that it will be restarting in 14.39 seconds in order to update Windows, so I'll have to get back to that. These are growing wild all over the farm; they are quite small, but very pretty. --Image date: 06/04/14


Last year's golden rod still holding on. As an allergy sufferer, I'm not to anxious to see the newly blossomed yellow of this year's crop anytime soon.  --Image date: 06/04/14

 

This little bluebird was singing his heart out to another one in the patch of woods across the pasture. I was planting at the time, and actually asked him out loud, "What are you talking about little friend? And why does she not answer you?" And then I thought, he's probably just making fun me, "Look at that crazy human with the picture box in her hands thinking she's sneaking up on me. Like I'm going to let her get close enough. Ha. Silly human girl."  --Image date: 06/04/14



 The plants are all in...bring on the rain!  --Image date: 06/04/14



 The goats! Mia was in a particularly playful mood. It was hard to capture it, but I tried anyway.  --Image date: 06/04/14



 "I am king of the tire."  --Image date: 06/04/14



 "Come on Belle, let's play!"  --Image date: 06/04/14



 "Please Belle. Please, please, please. Come on."  --Image date: 06/04/14



And one final shot of my view on my way up to my office. I love when the grass gets long enough to turn the horses out in the upper pasture. So peaceful and pretty.  --Image date: 06/05/14

I hope you enjoyed our little journey. Join me again next time for more of "Today's Lens." 


Thanks for viewing!

Laura

Sunday, May 11, 2014

Early Spring

He is babbling through teeth of stone,
drooling in veins that spread
across dormant, bone-wet ground.
Relief lies dammed
with last year’s deciduous puke.
Ignorant pools burst 
into careless tendrils slithering
toward a creek that will carry
the Old Man away.

For now.

A soggy, water-laden sponge swallows
Every footstep and threatens
To steal your shoe. You pull away
But not without layers of phlegm.
She is cantankerous,
ridding Herself of his purity –
a mass of ashes and smut and filth.
Unmannered and ruthless,
the old Dame’s way.

For now.

Breathe Full Circle

My mother isn't here.
She’s with my father.
But, they’re gone.

Not on a trip or a vacation;
not in the conventional sense of such,
but gone.

Someplace that I am unsure of.
Someplace that I am assured is good.
A place of no pain or suffering,
filled with warmth and love for all beings and all things;
and, I, 
I can only hope that this is true.

There is no science to concretely prove the theory.
No proof. No evidence found at a graveside or
message carved on a tombstone to let me know
that the world they left behind was merely existence,
and that the unknown is what holds the secret to life and living.

But, there is also nothing to prove otherwise.

All I know for sure is that their bodies
have been returned to the earth from whence they came.

Full circle.

And their souls...
Their souls have been spread among us – the living –
to be shared, treasured, and passed down
through the generations of our own families,
and to the families of families of friends and relatives
whose lives they touched in some way
large or small.

Memories.

Ah, those are my celebration and my heartbreak.
They can carry me through, or tear me down –
rip me apart limb by limb, drain the liquid from my soul,
and leave me parched, empty,
and longing for the embrace that left me.

Memories can lift me from that place of darkness,
that echoing chamber in my mind where I,
for reasons unknown and often unbelievable,
have chosen to allow the infliction of pain to capture me.

Where instead of celebrating
the hugs, laughs, encouragements, lessons, and love,
I grovel at the feet of pity and despair
only to lift my head
and find nothing but a photograph…
a favorite record...
a cherished heirloom…
a pocketknife, sweater, handkerchief.

A threadbare t-shirt.
An unfinished afghan.

Breathe.
First, life-giving breaths of birth.

Breathe.
Invigorating, life-sustaining breaths of living.

Breathe.
Shallow, painful breaths of death.

Breathe.
Eternal, circular breaths of remembrance.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Drama vs. Truth

I could go on and on about this topic, but I'm strapped for time right now. As many know, there has been a longstanding battle over shutting down the carriage business in New York City (Philadelphia  has also been targeted, but not on such grand a platform). It boils down to politics and animal rights extremists vs. the carriage drivers and horse owners. The other day, friends posted this to our Facebook page:



This whole issue reeks of ignorance. The saddest part is that the bandwagon is full of ill-informed mouth pieces with louder microphones than the ones in the know.

The ASPCA itself has set regulations for the carriage horses, and even has staff that keep watch on how long each horse is on shift to make sure that they’re not being overworked, that they are not working in extreme conditions (heat/cold), and that they are kept humanely. Horses are meant to work. They are healthier, and I like to think happier though I've never actually seen a horse smile (well, maybe I have but people will think I’m crazy), when they are working and fit. In fact, it is much healthier for a horse to be working rather than a living lawn ornament whether it be as a carriage horse, work horse (plowing, hauling, farming), riding horse, or any other physically active type of horse. Inactive, barn-kept horses are more unhealthy, and quite honestly, not happy horses.

So, instead of choosing to clearly inform their viewers (some of the NYC stables are on prime real estate  that friends of politicians want to develop in addition to other hidden agendas), this local news station decided to fill a time slot by jumping aboard the abuse-to-animals train that has long plagued New York City carriage drivers, their horses, and the livelihoods of both. Choosing to spread the wealth of ignorance rather than researching and reporting the underlying reasons for the proposed ban because it might mean standing up to political agendas driven by the thickness of their wallets and elected position of probable corrupt power, because--why? It's easier? It's what the public wants? It's what sells? Oh wait, they did interview very reliable horse owners from Happy Trails--great people who are experienced and skilled in the craft of horsemanship with reputable facilities, horses, and services--but what about the whole story? I fully appreciate the reporter having sought out horsemen for their views and valid opinions--that in itself is quite commendable--but it's not enough.

What ever happened to investigative reporting and telling the whole story rather than pure sensationalism and a twisted idea of what the public wants to hear? I, personally, am tired of the drama for the sake of drama. Not only in relation to this topic, but several:  it's going to snow (close the schools and streets for an inch), it's going to be cold (bring in your pets, it's going below 30), a brick fell from a building (reporter tosses an already-fallen brick while standing in supposed harm's way). This isn't a prime time drama. It's not supposed to be entertaining for the sake of ratings. It's supposed to be the news. The good, the bad, and the ugly of it. And all of it. I’m tired of having to do my own research to get to the real story because I can only trust a minuscule amount of the information that I get from the news. What sells is important? No, truth is what's important! And reporting the truth, all angles of it, should be a moral, ethical, and unequivocal requirement for any newscaster, reporter, writer, or analyst. 

For the record:

According to an editorial written by actor Liam Neeson in support of the carriage workers "the city’s horse-drawn carriages have made an estimated 6 million trips in traffic in the past 30 years, most ending up in Central Park. Four horses have been killed in collisions with motor vehicles, with no human fatalities." That's much better than the multitude of automobile accidents in the city. Or, the amount of courier accidents while weaving in and out of traffic on their bicycles. He also noted that "the horse carriage trade is a “humane industry that is well regulated by New York City’s Departments of Health and Mental Hygiene and Consumer Affairs.” This past weekend, picketers paced outside his NYC home protesting his support.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Brookvalley's Blog: WARNING: EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND PANIC...

Brookvalley's Blog: WARNING: EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND PANIC...: There's a storm coming! A couple of weeks ago (maybe longer - the days are all melting into one big icicle anymore), there was a cold ...

WARNING: EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND PANIC!

There's a storm coming!

A couple of weeks ago (maybe longer - the days are all melting into one big icicle anymore), there was a cold snap, a sub-zero cold snap that entrenched much of the Northeast. Schools were closed, or at least delayed, pets of all shapes and sizes were brought into houses (did you see the Huffington Post article about the German woman who has been letting her horse live in the house with her since a hurricane last December?), and wind chills of -20 degrees Fahrenheit, give or take, reigned. Everyone panicked. The media flooded the airwaves with wind chill warnings and emergency procedures for frozen pipes or dead car batteries, and general - common sense - ways to keep warm.  Social media was inundated with warnings to bring our pets inside and photos of thermometers showing temperatures with the dreaded minus sign before them. Some people were amazed that their vehicle thermometers even registered that low. There was a propane shortage in the Northeast (that was legitimately scary). Milk and bread on the shelves of your favorite grocery store? Forget it. Quick Joe or road salt? No way - even though both are completely ineffective at such temperatures.

But, this morning when I trudged to the kitchen for my first cup of coffee, I saw that same minus sign in front of a double digit number glaring at me from my kitchen thermometer, but heard and saw nothing. No cold warnings from the major networks - not one. No warnings to bring my pets inside (thankfully - I don't know where I'd put ten horses, three goats, a dog, a cat, and my husband). No school delays. No emergency preparedness tips. Nothing. This morning, the cold didn't matter. It didn't matter that once again frostbite could occur in a matter of minutes. It didn't matter that the same children we were afraid to send out into the sub-zero cold a few weeks ago were being sent willingly, even happily, today. No. Today, the cold didn't matter. Reporting about it wouldn't get more viewers or listeners to tune in or give the networks an opportunity to scare the living bejeepers out of anyone. It wouldn't ensue widespread, unnecessary-other-than-to-boost-ratings panic, so why report or worry about it. This morning, instead, there was a snow storm to report (ah, that's how they'll get us!). You heard (or read) me right, a snowstorm in Northeast Pennsylvania. What? You must be kidding? We haven't seen snow in this part of the country since, well, yesterday. Is this a joke? No! Forget the cold people! Get ready for a storm that will bring with it a lot of crystallized precipitation that may accumulate and blanket our region in white - even though it already is.

Bread and milk! Milk and bread! Snow's a comin'! Get the bread and get the milk.

We haven't seen so much as a flake yet, and they - the not-through-any-fault-of-their-own-wrong-much-of-the-time weatherpersons (political correctness) - haven't determined the actual path of the storm. It might stay to the east. It might come further west. We might stay on the edge of the heavy snowfall, or we might get over a foot. It might. We might. They might. Of course, all of this might is much more important than the safety of our beloved pets, let alone any human concerns we may have -the safety of our children, or elderly loved ones, or, have mercy, any family or friends we may have that work outside in these temperatures. Cold is irrelevant, snow matters! Granted, it's a big storm that will likely cripple some of the Southeastern states, but haven't we learned yet that snow is a fairly common occurrence here. Plus, it's not set to arrive here until late tonight or very early tomorrow morning, so what about today?

Today, we shop! Isn't commerce and capitalism fun? Naturally, milk and bread are at the top of the list. Naturally? Is that really what we need? Is that what will sustain us and get us through the storm? Or, is that simply what we've been conditioned to believe we need? Whether or not we have bread in our bread drawer or milk on a shelf in our refrigerator doesn't actually matter. What matters is that we have shelter and enough food, and other supplies, to get us through the storm and safely into the next available shopping day - which, now-a-days amounts to approximately one day, maybe two if the contractor-turned-snow-plow-driver that you've hired has been out all night plowing everyone else's driveways too.

And today, we pretend that the thermometer isn't the largest negative influence in our lives as we send our kids, our pets, and our workers out into the double-digit below zero world. And, then, long before the first flake falls, and long before the excited proclamation, "it's snowing," ever leaves our lips, we wait in dreadful anticipation for the next prediction of how much of the fluffy white stuff we can expect to see, or not to see, tomorrow.

In the meantime, we shop! After all, according to the world of economics and weather, that's what we're supposed to do in such circumstances. But, for the sake of all things holy and just, don't forget the milk! Remember, man cannot live on bread alone (at least that's what the Bible tells us) - he needs milk too!

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P.S. There are people out there that are not fortunate enough to have permanent shelter or food. If you know of anyone in these circumstances, please reach out and help. Here is a link to available shelters in the our area: North East Homeless Shelter Directory.