later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
where does it hurt?
~ Warsan Shire
The world is not a problem to be solved; it is a living being to which we belong. The world is part of our own self and we are a part of its suffering wholeness. Until we go to the root of our image of separateness, there can be no healing. And the deepest part of our separateness from creation lies in our forgetfulness of its sacred nature, which is also our own sacred nature.
~ Thich Nhat Hanh
I find myself thinking of song lyrics and movie titles today. First, there is the Lily Allen song, “Smile.” My blog is pretty much a solid G (or at worst, PG) rating so I’ll spare you some of the lyrics and go right to what keeps replaying: “… a little whine and a moan.” (For some reason, I thought the lyrics were “… a little whinge and a moan.”)
The movie title is Reality Bites, a 1994 film (rom-com) with Winona Ryder, Ethan Hawke, and Ben Stiller. I’m not sure I’ve seen the film. I probably did, but I can recall the soundtrack better than I can the plot of the movie.
It’s one of those days when I’d like to have a little whine and a moan because it’s one of those days in which reality bites. This being out in the world or the wild, so to speak, requires almost daily negotiations and recalculations. What risks are you willing to take? Is this outing okay? Are we asking too much? Or too little?
And so, my mind has been resorting to an almost teenage kind of angst. Life isn’t fair, I’m tired of this, I want it to be over. I suspect many of us have days like this. It’s a matter of what we do with them, I suppose. Sink into the mire or pull ourselves out of it. There are days I wallow in it, swim around in it, get messy. There are days I don’t.
One of my go-to activities for pulling myself out of the muck and mire is a walk. After stopping by the house to wave hello to the boys and talk to them from a distance for a few minutes, I decided to walk around the pond and go back into the woods to see what was going on by the creek. Those of you who have been with me since Life in the Bogs might remember that I used to post almost daily views of the pond at Breezy Acres. You might even be wondering why you haven’t seen it all since we’ve been here. I can show you the reason why in one photo:
I can explain it in one word: duckweed. M and I were pretty good at keeping this from happening by harassing the geese and keeping them out of the pond. They carry it in with them. This requires a good deal of time, effort, and creativity. Geese can be pretty determined in the springtime when they see the pond as a good place to settle, have babies, and socialize with their friends. M the Younger has not been as diligent as we were, probably due to the time constraints of having a full-time job and toddlers.
At this point in the summer, it’s beginning to smell pretty bad, too. Duckweed can purify the water. The water in the pond is clearer than I’ve ever seen it, when I can see it on those days the wind blows the duckweed to one side or one end. It can also cause the die-off of other plants, algae, and eventually, fish. It inhibits the oxygen that enters the water through diffusion or through photosynthesis (because of poor light penetration).
M the Younger and his wife have been trying to physically (manually) remove the duckweed with a large net. They’ve cleared a good deal of it out, once or twice, and used it for fertilizer (it makes good fertilizer; you can also eat it, if you’re so inclined, and the internet claims it tastes like spinach). It grows back pretty quickly. When we finish with the house painting project (did I mention that?), the pond is next on the list. All sorts of ideas have been floated as to what we can do to remove it. Chemical action (herbicide), by the way, is not on the list. The latest is to rent a pump and try to pump it out.
Looks like I’ve babbled on and on, and barely touched on my morning walk. No matter. We’ll get to it someday. Or perhaps take another walk. It’s such a beautiful time of year here, in spite of the heat and humidity of summer. So many flowers are blooming in the gardens and in the wild. The trees are at their deepest green. I suspect we’ll start seeing signs of autumn very soon.
Thank you so much for dropping by and taking a walk with me. I hope all is well with you and your family and friends. Let’s meet out by the cornfield for sunset this evening. It’s scheduled for 8:44 PM.
Please be safe, be well, and be kind.
A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy: 1,491) Joe Pye Weed, goldenrod, and the other late summer wildflowers currently in bloom. 1,492) The play of light and shadows in the woods. 1,493) Lazy days. 1,494) Daily walks, no matter where they take me. 1,495) Potato chips and M&M’s. It’s not health food but some days it is mental health food, in moderate amounts.
- Confirmed cases of Covid-19 here, in the county we’re in: 686 (59 deaths). I think the number was somewhere around 503 when we arrived in NE Ohio on July 1.
- Confirmed cases at home: 117 (3 deaths).