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Rated: 13+ · Book · Nature · #1439094
Look around. Let Nature nurture your Soul. I record images I sense and share them here.
NURTURE your NATURE

For my blog "Nurture your Nature"


Nature can nurture our writing, can nurture our soul. What is the language of Nature? And how do we learn it?

We look at the natural wonders around us and do not see them, hear, taste nor smell them. They do not touch us anymore than we dare touch them. And then we wonder why we feel so dead. To breathe in and live like a child again opens the Land of Wonderment. It's still there after all these years.

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June 18, 2008 at 3:12pm
June 18, 2008 at 3:12pm
#591781
I collected leaves earlier this week. Not the beautiful colors of autumn, just the greens of nascent summer.

They aren't all 'green'.

Ash is however! Around here I think it defines the color! That medium green green that becomes a neutral color in the tallgrass prairie towns. Most of the leaves of other trees were too, except for younger maple and locust leaves with a tint of yellow or redbud with amber. The Kentucky bean tree leaflets are darker green and the smoke bush is strongly purple.

Leaves aren't all the same though.

I challenge you-all to go out in the yard or park or stroll down a street. Pick about 10 different leaves (and take notice of the trees) while the neighbors aren't looking (it will only confirm their suspicions).

Look at both sides and edges, feel the texture, notice how they are structured. Use all your senses. Don't taste them unless you know they are edible.

Report back to me! *Bigsmile*


*Leaf3*

Moon over mulberry

When the cloying scent of linden
lingers in the moist June air,
as the moon sets over mulberry,
hear birds chatter soft and clear.

In the coolness of wee hours
before the orange streaks herald dawn,
before the stars fade in the twilight,
before the bus leaves and I'm gone:

remember the sweetness of the mulberries;
watch the moonglow cold and fair;
know that I am with you always;
know that I'm the one that erred.

copyright 2008 Kåre Enga [165.119] 2008-06-17

Note: the original prompt was about the waxing moon setting over the mulberry trees behind where I live.

*Leaf3*

My notes

As writers we use words to paint pictures. Sometimes we use just the common ones, the expected ones, but even leaves are more than just green! The come in many shades and multi-shades. They smell like sage or apple; taste like tea or spinach; grow to the size of an ant or an umbrella; they rustle, float and weep; are waxy, fuzzy, rough-as-leather, (seldom speak).

There are many technical words to describe the differences between them. A beginner's or young-adult book on leaves is a good place to start. The more obscure terms should probably be used sparingly to not lose the reader.

But leaves are more than pretty autumn colors.
June 17, 2008 at 12:38am
June 17, 2008 at 12:38am
#591448
How does one know when to intervene or not?

Tonight I saw a young rabbit sitting in the middle of Ridge Road. Rabbits do not sit on roads and not move when traffic goes by or someone approaches.

I saw the small puddles of blood, saw red dripping from its nose, the awkwardly twisted rear right foot. There was nothing I could do. I do not have the veterinary skills, and there is no-one to call to rescue a rabbit.

I know enough not to approach an injured wild animal. All I could do was take my hat and shoo it to the side of the road, make it hop up on the grass. I bid adieu.

I will not walk that way tomorrow.

*Flower1*

Its time

Red puddles turn black by daylight,
Ridge Road anointed by the blood
running drop by tiny drop from a rabbit's nose.

So little blood.
So soft its spattered fur.
So short its time.

2008 Kåre Enga [165.118] 2008-06-17

*Flower1*

Years ago I rescued a stray cat I was thinking of adopting.

My friend Robert came over to my house to tell me she'd just been hit on Pennsylvania Avenue. (in front of this wonderful couple, the Castellano's)

I took Peaches (she already had a name) to the after-hours emergency vet. She survived and lived for over 10 years. And she was as sweet as her name implies.

Where does one draw the line.

I cannot tell you. Look within.

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