Each morning, first thing: canopy over Little Crum Creek.
awake– felled trees– the clarity of our time
….snowfall ….spaces that shape
January 9, 2017
March 28, 2012
Little Crum Creek
comes and goes–
the waxing moon
beside Jupiter and Venus.
March 8, 2012
December 24, 2011
July 18, 2011
Little Crum Creek has recently enjoyed a welcome relief from July’s heat & humidity.
Friends featured here continue to come & go.
The fruits of mulberry trees are fully gone now, and wineberries have largely departed from their brambles.
But pokeweed has been flowering & fruiting new green berries.
Easily approachable young robins still wait on lawns for feedings while mallard ducklings, nearly full-grown, paddle up and down the stream for strength & skill in a burgeoning school behind mama marm.
Bankside, a new generation of lean woodchucks dart along paths into holes, not yet waddling comically like their elders, who easily mosey into close proximity of anything still and quiet.
Cicada songs steadily increase throughout the day.
And evening’s flicker of fireflies are suddenly past peak, waning with Friday’s Full Buck Moon.
The namesake deer occasionally turn stones under hoof in the traversable stream, snapping brush & fallen branch to browse the delicate jewelweed …
which has just shown its first few ephemeral flowers…
under the full red maple …
and blue cloud sky.
December 21, 2010
This week a friend and guide recalled some Thoreau for me:
“You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.”
And this morning, in the quiet vigil of cold clear hours, earth turned to cast our collective shadow on the sky above Orion. We had only then open our eyes to behold, in the long dark before dawn, Little Crum Creek exhibiting its tawny mark with all the world on autumn’s final full moon.
April 19, 2010