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A morning walk around Breezy Acres

Reflections.

later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.

~ 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

A variation on a theme.

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.”)

Denver the cat, sitting in a tree observing the shenanigans of children from a safe spot.

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.

Gather your daylilies while you may for the season is coming to an end.

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?

Lots of tree frogs this year.

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.

Sometimes you find treasure along the way.

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:

This happens.

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.

Leaves on one of several redbuds we planted years ago. The trees look healthy and happy.

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.

In the woods where the fairies live.

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.

The goldenrod is beginning to bloom.

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.

The Joe Pye Weed mingles with the cattails by the pond.

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.

In the cool shade of the woods, a spot of light.

Some numbers:

  • 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).

Author:

Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

23 thoughts on “A morning walk around Breezy Acres

  1. I have those times where I am weary of Covid now, thank you, and I want to go out with the “girls” for lunch at one of the local restaurants on a lake. Instead I stay inside after early in the morning because just like I don’t like icy cold, I do not like melty hot.

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    1. Extremes are hard to take in any instance, Carol. I keep wondering what it is we will go back to, if we go back to anything at all. This feels like it’s lasting forever.

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      1. I think there will be changes, but I don’t know what. Perhaps more work from home opportunities, more digital conferencing. . . Which means our high speed broadband networks will need to be improved, but there will be less pollution and wear and tear on our roads. Probably even more online shopping. We shall see.

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  2. I’ve always enjoyed following along with you on your walks around Breezy Meadows, Robin. What a treat it was to do so today, and to see the pond again. I had wondered why you hadn’t posted any photos lately, and even though the pond isn’t looking its best right now, I am completely confident that you and M will find a solution to the problem.
    By the way, I still love the pond, duckweed and all. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Joanne. 🙂 I still love the pond, too. Even in its stinky duckweed state. We had something similar happen during my Life in the Bogs days, when there was a big fish die-off and the smell was much worse than this. Nature will do what nature does, and probably take care of this on her own with a little help from us. The main thing is to work with nature and that often takes a lot of thought, time, and care.

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    1. I’m trying, Eliza. 🙂 As you know, summer is not my season. I feel fortunate to be here where even though it has been hot and humid, it’s about 5-10 degrees cooler than on the Eastern Shore most days. I was delighted to see the goldenrod beginning to bloom. Summer isn’t finished by a long shot, but it’s nice to be reminded of cooler days ahead.

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    1. Thank you, Laurie. 🙂 We are not at “plague of frogs” level, but I’m impressed by how many tree frogs are around this year. The pond is going to be work, but I think we can do it. Or at least get a good start on it before we leave. What we need is a good rainfall that raises the water level in the pond. That would allow some of it to go down the overflow drain pipe and into the creek where it might be better situated since it’s running water (and that water could probably use some duckweed to clean it up given what the neighbors are doing on their property).

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  3. Always a good meander, Robin. Such beautiful pictures of the nature surrounding you. What a blessing. I’ve had my moments as you have. I know that I’m not in the present, when I spend too much energy on the “wishes for…” whatever is next, when will this be behind us, etc. I also know that everyone’s response to this is different in general and on any given day. I’m always intrigued by the things we remember, like song lyrics. It’s always been a curiosity of mine…what is seeking my attention and what am I to learn or remember that I need to know now? Enjoy the upcoming weekend. 🌞

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    1. Thank you, Carrie. 🙂 Interesting way to look at song lyrics and movie titles. In this case, I think what wanted my attention was the inner teenager who had a strong desire to whine for a little while I wonder what my teenage self would have thought of all this…

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    1. Sighing with you, Kathy. As for the pond, at least that is something that feels solvable. Worse comes to worse, M the Younger has a ready source of fertilizer for his market gardening scheme. 🙂

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  4. I hear you about feeling like an angsty teenager. I want this all to be over, too– but I know we’re a long way from that reality. I like Denver. He has good bone structure, looks decidedly unimpressed with what he’s seeing in front of him. Like a cat should.

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  5. I’m not ready for goldenrod and fall yet. I never am, August always fills me with melancholy. Yet this summer has been soooo stressful, I sort of want it over. Plus it gets us closer to November when we can vote! Still I am wishing my life away to want this summer over. So I am conflicted. Sounds like a LOT of work to be done up at the Bogs…you are enjoying being close to family and seeing the little ones daily, but you may be glad to get home again too. Of course, the Bogs is also your home. Life is so complicated! I hope you can figure out what to do with the pond. Sort of feels overwhelming, I’m sure.

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    1. It’s the strangest thing, Dawn, but instead of feeling overwhelming, all the work we’re doing and have to do gives me more of a sense of normality than overwhelm. I suppose it’s a “life goes on” kind of thing. The painting of the wood siding on the house had to be done, the repairs had to be done, the pond needs taken care of, and all the work, whatever it is, still needs to be done no matter what’s going on in the outside world. What does overwhelm me is the outside world intruding with risks and questions about what’s safe and what’s not. Things keep shifting with the adult kids and the grandkids. Swim lessons, birthday parties, work outings for the adults. Although this is home, it’s not. There are days when I’d like to be back on the Eastern Shore, isolated and without having to recalculate, renegotiate, or try to depend on what science is available to make decisions on what is safe and what is not. It’s tiring.

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  6. Very much in favor of Reason #1495! Although mine are Cheetos and dark chocolate mini-Milky Ways! Lol!
    Wish I were at the pond and hiking with you! 😊💜

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