Thirty years ago, I heard former President Jimmy Carter give a talk at Fresno State University. One of the vignettes in his presentation was of when Emperor Hirohito was asked by journalists what he thought of the air pollution conditions in Tokyo, he answered, “I don’t see many butterflies in my garden.” That reply supposedly set off quite a debate about what should be done to relieve the poor air conditions in the city. Fireflies, like butterflies, do more than just bring delight to our grandchildren - they are one of many indicators of the condition of the web of life we live within and are all connected. As so go those on the margins, so go the rest of us.
Tuesday, June 26, 2018
Fireflies and Garden Butterflies
Thirty years ago, I heard former President Jimmy Carter give a talk at Fresno State University. One of the vignettes in his presentation was of when Emperor Hirohito was asked by journalists what he thought of the air pollution conditions in Tokyo, he answered, “I don’t see many butterflies in my garden.” That reply supposedly set off quite a debate about what should be done to relieve the poor air conditions in the city. Fireflies, like butterflies, do more than just bring delight to our grandchildren - they are one of many indicators of the condition of the web of life we live within and are all connected. As so go those on the margins, so go the rest of us.
Monday, June 18, 2018
Ground Hog Day In June
Not February 2 |
Another Comment About Eastern Bluebirds
When we
moved the first time to the East Coast, the most noticeable new bird for
us was the Northern Cardinal. I saw my first one morning in the cherry
tree outside our second floor bedroom window. They were common to our
yard, so we saw them all of the time. It wasn’t until one of our visits
back home to Oregon that I saw my first Bluebird near a wetland reserve
in Corvallis. There were no
Bluebird sightings at all in Maryland our
seven years there. This year out in the Eastern Shore and after putting
in a fence, trees, and shrubs the past summer, Bluebirds are as common
as Cardinals were in Annapolis. The difference being here we are
surrounded by cornfields and grasslands compared to the wooded suburban
neighborhoods on the other side of the Chesapeake Bay. Right now I hear
the neighbors riding lawnmowers, Mockingbirds, Sparrows, Purple Martins,
and the Barred Owl occasionally caterwauling off in the woods beyond
the field, instead of the distant constant purr of cars and the
occasional siren of emergency vehicles a few blocks distance to the
boulevard. The rural lifestyle suits us well: enjoying this lovely
Saturday afternoon of Fathers Day weekend, following a day of selective
shopping for a few climbing roses, and medium-sized crepe myrtles,
hostas, and assorted potting plants to finish off our garden planing
this season. And the smell of the barbecue cooking chicken on our deck
for the first time this year
Sialia sialis |
The Other White Meat
Vulpes vulpes, Queen Anne's County |
Friday, June 1, 2018
Memorial Day 2018
What toll extracted
When you have seen grief on mothers’ faces
Wearing buttons with sons’ pictures that look like you
Waves of death and rows of white head stones
Carried caskets varying in weight
Knowing that remaining portions of recovered bodies differ
Depending on how much is left after being blown apart by IEDs
Drilled into your head to have your buddy’s back at all
times
But you don’t reenlist when your buddy does
To not be there when he is killed on a bridge in Afghanistan
While you are safe at home
Go to his funeral
Leave with these thoughts
And then your cork pops.
Monday, January 22, 2018
Dove Hunting and Tony Calvello - SF Graphic Artist
Unlike a Central Valley Dove Hunt |
Back then I used a single-shot Sear's 20 gauge shotgun - my younger brother the same brand, but a 410 gauge version. The two of us brought down more doves in a morning with a third of the number of shells as my dad's friends did with their semi-automatic 12 gauge pieces - a fact our dad often pointed out to his buddies. This must have been a point of pride, probably more a result less to do with our skill, but more to do with the men and their morning beer drinking.
With the passage of decades since those Opening Seasons in the 1960's, the routine seems much the same - just a lot fewer WW II Veterans to fill the ranks of hunters. An article in the local newspaper reports the annual late-summer tradition still continues. I still remember many of the hunters names: Norman, Kibby, Mic, Roger, Guy, Bob, Sheldon, John, Kim, and Jerry. Some of the names dropped from the ranks over time, and a few new ones added.
Jezebel the Hunting Dog |
It wasn't until two years ago when Jan and I were helping take care of my dad in his home that I searched for information on Tony Calvello the artist. This picture finally hung on the wall of my dad's apartment when he moved to an assisted living facility in Sacramento. It was there as a nine-month reminder of the many people, and places, and times that had passed time with him. Jezebel now hangs on the wall of my home office where I see it every time I work at my desk.
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Long Shadows on Tall Corn
Maryland Eastern Shore |
Precision planted,
Genetically modified,
Crop insured,
Overseas exported,
An ear per stalk.
What is still now as long ago,
Long shadows on tall corn.
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