Photo Journal

0possum

… beauty lies even in humble, perhaps ugly things, and the ideal, which bypasses or improves on nature, may not be truly beautiful in the end.

Albrecht Durer

In the tall unmown grass, the little opossum approached my window.

Snuffling and chewing, he ate while I watched, and a tick nibbled on his ear.

His tiny hand-feet almost danced across the lawn as he wandered back into the woods.

Sometimes small things lead to great joys.

Shmuel Yosef Agnon

I had been home for two days after a long road trip. I was a little tired; a little lonely. I was staring out the window in the early morning, when a movement caught my eye. An animal, larger than a squirrel, but smaller than a cat, appeared from under the hemlocks, sauntering across the back lawn. I couldn’t tell what it was at first. It had a shiny grey coat. It had big, beautiful black eyes. Its head was down, nose to the ground, rear end high and it was lightly stepping through the wet grass. At first, I thought it was a woodchuck, but when it came close, I realized it was an opossum. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one so clearly - but then, I never see them in daylight. Usually, I see their shining eyes in the headlights when I come home at night. They always seem creepy and ugly then, sneaking around in the dark. I didn’t know they did that because they see better at night. I didn’t know much really. I didn’t know they can climb trees, using their tails to help grip the branches or keep them from falling. I didn’t know they are not vulnerable to snake venom, so they can prey on poisonous snakes. I didn’t know they eat many garden pests. I didn’t know their back “feet” are more like hands, with opposable thumbs. I didn’t know what good company they could be to a lonely traveler in the early morning. What a blessing.

If you want to learn more about opossums, click here.

Thank you so much for being here.

And later that day, another blessing…a peaceful moment by the lake as the sun dropped through the scattered clouds.

Finding Beauty in the Flawed

Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.

Shunryu Suzuki

The Woodchuck

If I had weeded the garden,

he wouldn’t have come

standing on his hind legs-

savoring dandelions

and wheat grass,

resting on an old stump

and then waddling, content,

back into the woods.

The Crow

I welcome the glossy black bird

when he comes into my yard

frequenting my feeder,

nearly too big for the pole

quivering under the weight

of his heavy body.

I do not judge

the bloodiness of his beak -

it is crow nature to eat meaty things.

I welcome him here,

in my half wild garden-

where he is not expected

to want to be.

I welcome him here -

wondering.

The Deer

Their coats, like moth-eaten clothes

imperfectly stored for the winter

are changing for summer,

shedding extra layers -

lightening

to a beautiful reddish brown.

but their eyes are still as deep

as winter.

Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

What a magical week. The woods are bursting with wild things. I was actually trying to get a picture of the crow who has become a regular at the feeder when I saw the woodchuck (aka groundhog) outside my window. The crow flew off, but the groundhog was having a feast and I don’t think he even saw me.

It wasn’t until the next day that I was able to get pictures of the crow. I have to confess that I cleaned him up in the three pictures I shared. (If you want to see what he looked like before I cleaned him up, let me know!) I was afraid that there was just a little too much grossness on his beak. I feel pretty honored that he keeps coming back. I guess crows don’t normally use backyard feeders. He’s become a member of my wild family.

The deer have been a little less present in the yard lately, but I see them everywhere on my walks. I sometimes wonder if they’re wary while their coats are changing. If you know, I’d be interested.

Thank you so much for being here! I hope you have a wonderful first week of June. See you next Friday.

Deer in the Garden

October 2016 Near Lake Michigan in Fennville

October 2016 Near Lake Michigan in Fennville

In wildness is the preservation of the world.
— Henry David Thoreau

The deer are not very afraid of me any more.  They let me get close or try to scare me away now.  Sometimes a mother will screech and stomp her foot at me.  I don't hang around when she does!  I never get tired of seeing them around our house.