Sunday, November 15, 2015


sometimes i remember to make a record
of what i'm doing.

why, i wonder,
because it's like this: all the making of all the years of all the ideas
concertina themselves
(which is also why i forget things...)
become one thing only: 
a life in a place.
the new place i call home
(while i still live in the old place called home)
is rich in ridges.
concertina landscape
this ridge i've cleaned out,
the slope is steeper than it looks,
and my partner moved some rocks that are available 
to become part of a garden.
 it's resting now, as winter comes on. 
that meadow 
the ridge points to,
i've seen a coyote lope through
pausing now and again one morning
and i've watched three deer, no four
make their way up to the ridge, 
over and around it.
i saw a mink scurry past the tip of this ridge.
here and gone, quick quick!
today, as yesterday,
i walked around home, old home
gethering greens
and tiny blossoming goldenrods, three fern species,
wild grapes, applemint
rose, honeysuckle, and raspberry leaves
and one rose hip
thick staghorn sumac antlers.
the goldenrod flowers shock me
blossoming on the regenerated growth
after the august field mow.
all this abundance in the middle 
of november!
all this abundance when
it's likely as not frozen and gray and brown and harsh.
today i walked briefly
tired after six hours of printing,
and i saw myself being watched
by a young, furry and large-eared doe.
a this year fawn, 
mostly grown up
attending to me ("is she safe, is she crazy?")
as i went up my walk:
"hello, little one, i'm going in the house, 
eat well and safely there
my friend."
she stood alert,
watching as i went indoors.


  1. 'is she safe... is she crazy' --- we have kangaroos and wallabies that seem to ask that exact same question with the very same look .....

  2. kb, my latest canon is not working as it should, so thank you
    ronnie, yep. it's the wild things' evaluation of those of us who dwell in "hunting allowed next door" places...

  3. imagine being hunted. i guess we are lucky. some of us.

  4. those rocks are claiming artistic attention

  5. Seems to me the land has good bones.

  6. jude, yes, imagine
    neki, yes. i claim the rocks
    alice, yes, it really does.

  7. there's great joy to be had from creating a "new" garden...especially one with such fine bones

  8. india, yep, honoring the bones and adding as i see fit.

  9. It is all looking lovely V - truly enjoying the softness of your fall as we tempestuously burst into spring and summer..

  10. fiona, it is a soft fall this year, and i'm grateful. i wonder what march in oz will bring?!

  11. Hi V - good to see the move towards winter is gentle. I see you are still in two homes - will there be a time when it is just one home? Go well. B

  12. barry, last year this time we had a snow day!


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