Happy New Year!

            "And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been."                  Rainer Maria Rilke

Merry Christmas!

"Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveler, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!"    Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Papers.

 

     

Strange Horses

 

I am taking a day off from the blog. In the meantime, you may behold these images of serendipitous urban wildlife...

And ponder a single delicious line from Edwin Muir's poem, The Horses: "Late in the evening, the strange horses came."

Wishing for Snow

 

Andrew Wyeth: "I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape -- the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show."

Aristotle: "To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake, it is necessary to stand outside in the cold." Click to enlarge.

 

Lewis Carrol: "I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'"

Mary Oliver: "Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness."

Stewart Stafford: "At the darkest time of year, Lord Yule laid down his beard of snow and cloak of frost and ice to illuminate the gloom."

John Greenleaf Whittier asked: "What miracle of weird transforming is this wild work of frost and light, this glimpse of glory infinite?"

And Sammy Cohn: "Let is snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!"

Rainy Day

 

It is wet and chilly outside and the last of the leaves are ready to fall -- just perfect for a melancholy autumn poem.

 

Autumn Day 

by Rainer Maria Rilke 

translated by Scott Stewart 

 

"It is time, Lord. 

Summer was grand.


Now lay your shadow on the day,


and bathe your fields in the wind.

Let the late harvest linger.


Give it two more southern days.


Make it full and bring her


final sweetness into those heavy vines.

If you have no house now, you never will have one.


If you are alone now, you will always live alone,


Reading late in the fading light. Writing letters with no end.


Wandering dark alleys.
 Restless and uneasy. A leaf on the wind."

 

Click to enlarge.

Last of November

It's the last week of November already! Click to enlarge.

In the blink of an eye, we went from this...

To this...

And now -- to that feeling of being watched. 

Getting Ready

 

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In the light of the big holiday that is coming up this week, I'd like to ask if everyone knows how Thanksgiving always ends.

        It ends with a "g" !

And have you heard this one? 

    Knock knock!

    Who's there?

    Norma Lee. 

    Norma Lee who?

    Norma Lee I don't overeat at dinner! 

 Anyway...

Knock knock!

Who's there?

Happy. 

Happy who?

Happy Thanksgiving!

After Halloween

 

Halloween is over for the humans, but the squirrels are still celebrating. Decorations are on the menu. Click to enlarge.

Mmm Indian corn. 

And.. the all-you-can eat pumpkin buffet is open for business.

Lots of leftovers for later. :-)

One Last Gentian

 

This could be the last pine barrens gentian flower of the year in our area. Click to enlarge.

Pine barrens gentians are rare. I have only ever found them in one location in the New Jersey Pine Barrens. Because I was near there a few days ago and because they bloom from early September through early November, I hiked over to search in my secret spot. I found this one lone flower.

And a very pretty one it was. See you all again next September, gentians.

Happy Halloween

 

I was taking photos of my Halloween pumpkin face and... got photo bombed by a black cat. Upper right. Click to enlarge. That's a lucky omen, right?

HAPPY HALLOWEEN !!!

Gulf Fritillary

 

I was in North Carolina recently and I saw a butterfly that I don't see up north -- this gulf fritillary. It was flitting along a sandy beach and would not stop to pose, so these few photos are all I saw of it. But I did get to say "flitting fritillary." :-)

I love how the sun shines through it like stained glass. Note the fancy black dots with white centers near the front edge of the wing. Click to enlarge.

And its long October shadow.

Buckeye Butterflies

 

A buckeye butterfly sitting on a puff of white asters. Click to enlarge.

The buckeye gets its common name from big spots on its upper wing surfaces. They are called eyespots, and are thought to scare away predators. The butterfly performs a famous "startle display" -- rapidly opening its wings to flash those big false eyes. Boo!

Also check out its pretty orange bars and bands. Buckeyes have a wingspan of about 2.5 inches and are found throughout North America.

They move south this time of year to avoid the cold weather.

I have seen a lot of buckeyes this week. Even this pair, mating in the middle on the path in the warm autumn sunshine. I wish them all a safe journey to warm places.

A Barn Spider in the Swamp

 

While traveling in Virginia this week I encountered this spider in the Great Dismal Swamp National Wildlife Refuge. It's almost an inch across. Big spider! It's a spotted orb weaver also called a barn spider. This is the top. Click to enlarge

This is the underside. The web was about two feet across. I cannot tell you how glad I was that I saw the spider before I accidentally walked into the web.

Here are a few cypress trees at the edge of Lake Drummond. Does not look all that dismal on a sunny day. 

 

And here is a spider poem by E. B. White called Natural History: 

"The spider, dropping down from twig,


Unfolds a plan of her devising,


A thin premeditated rig


To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,


In cool descent and loyal hearted,


She spins a ladder to the place


From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do


In spider’s web a truth discerning,


Attach one silken thread to you


For my returning."

Punctuation Butterflies !!

October is off to a good start here. It's cool and sunny and there are patches of goldenrod.

This angle-wing butterfly was flitting between asters and a white butterfly bush. Can you guess why it's called an angle-wing? (It's the jagged wing edges.)

There are a few kinds of local angle-wings. This is an Eastern Comma. It is similar to one called the Question Mark butterfly. Together they are the punctuation butterflies.

Here's why -- that little silver comma-shaped mark on the hind wing. Click to enlarge. Also note that it looks like a different butterfly with its wings closed, dark and drab.

 

Here's a question mark butterfly for comparison. Check out the punctuation on this guy.

Amazing, right?

Autumn

Autumn arrived yesterday afternoon. More precisely, astronomical autumn arrived in the northern hemisphere, with the autumnal equinox. By the reckoning of meteorologists (who divide the calendar into three-month quarters) autumn already started at the beginning of September. Either way you reckon, autumn is here. Bring on the pumpkins, the cool nights, and the colored leaves. Click to enlarge.

As Raquel Franco wrote: "...the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and Autumn was awakened."

The Annual Gentian Search

 

Every year in mid-September I mount an expedition to the New Jersey pine barrens to search for a rare and lovely wildflower -- the pine barrens gentian. The scenery is its own reward. Click to enlarge.

There is the smell of sun-baked pines.

And tranquil quiet. And then...

The first blue flower sighting!

Find one and there are usually others scattered nearby. This one just beginning to unfurl.

This one fully open.

This one with the sun shining through it.

All beautiful inside with spots and dots and sprinkled stars.

All slightly different shades of blue and green.