the kinder, who are spring chickens, check out the other spring chickens
and the other spring chickens check out the kinder.
“the sun’s not yellow, it’s chicken!”
mushrooms are one of my absolute favorite foods
and it’s soon time for the elusive morels to appear
luckily i have this handy chart to help.
no time to write more
i’m off to find a sasquatch den.
“on the subject of wild mushrooms, it is easy to tell who is an expert and who is not:
the expert is the one who is still alive.”
(landscaper waiting patiently)
the city has introduced an initiative
to let their lawns and parks
grow to one foot tall before mowing
to benefit the struggling pollinator population
the landscapers are standing down.
“the grass is always greener once you don’t have to mow a lawn anymore.”
robin’s nests created by the kinder using natural materials
clay, twigs, pinecones, clippings
any robin would be happy to raise her babies in one of these beautiful homes
“wildness we might consider as the root of the authentic spontaneities of any being. it is that wellspring of creativity whence comes the instinctive activities that enable all living beings to obtain their food, to find shelter, to bring forth their young; to sing and dance and fly through the air and swim through the depths of the sea. this is the same inner tendency that evokes the insight of the poet, the skill of the artist, and the power of the shaman.”- thomas berry
we went to see the dinos
and along the way
we peeked inside of a magical drawer
filled with beautiful eggs and nests
what wonderful surprise
there’s always something
you don’t expect to discover
when you go to a museum.
“don’t go to a museum with a destination. museums are wormholes to other worlds. they are ecstasy machines. follow your eyes to wherever they lead you…and the world should begin to change for you.”
– jerry saltz
a piece of driftwood
among the vases and mirrors and tchotchkes and other home decor items
and while i’m a fan of natural found materials
i was not really motivated to spend $39.99 on this
but i do now have an idea for my summer job –
“i imagined your stick, washing in the waves for hundreds of years,
turning to driftwood
smooth and hard like stone.
i imagined a little girl finding it on a beach so many years later.
saving it on her shelf,
where she put the things that made her feel like the world was magical.”
– ava dellaira