There was no sunrise.
Heaviness – like shifty barely audible grumbling warriors shoulder to shoulder tensed before the battle.
No shivers…but maybe a tremble: Dark water steel still
That terrorizing hand that grabs in your worst nightmare?
It’s there just below the surface.
Won’t leave quietly as bidden, Summer.
Mustered sultry gulf moisture yesterday before dark.
Jealously wrapped all in a dense embrace of fog.
Stalling time: If you don’t see a sunset, it doesn’t happen, right?
The approaching cold front shows lack of interest. Lack of serious purpose.
Distracted by football pageantry along the way?
Giving time to find coats and sweaters?
Quick to take advantage, Summer blankets all herself.
No urgency to do anything.
Be content with the warmth.
The Seasons are playing their cards, today
This time, a gentle nudge.
No severe storms predicted.
Perhaps that’s Winter’s politeness.
Like standing at the door holding an older relative’s coat.
Gently edging them towards the door.
Knowing they are lonely and are reluctant to depart.
But it’s late. Time to go.
A kiss and promise to get together again real soon.
Sooner or later, Summer will acquiesce.
Her garb fading and beginning to tatter in the wind.
Flowers lowering their heads.
What lady could resist the opportunity for a make-over retreat?
The Grand Dame certainly knows how to make an entrance and leave her fans wanting more.
Phil the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Too small for a meteor hit.
Barren, none the less.
Cleared. Totally gone.
Not exactly without a trace, but darn close.
Were they beamed up? Collected to be examined?
They could have overshot their mark. Space aliens.
NASA and the rocket scientists are just a stones throw across the lake.
Who hasn’t been given back info by GPS or Apples’ maps?
Were the weak, the spindly overlooked or left behind on purpose?
What if they base all their opinions – create broad generalities – on a few individuals?
What does that bode for the human race?
On the other hand, perhaps it’s for the best.
The ones taken might be interpreted as “advanced”. Even enlightened.
Certainly living a green lifestyle. No footprints left behind sort of thing.
They optimistically adapt. Bloom where they are planted, so to speak.
Living in harmony with nature and the environment. Showing by example, not preaching.
Pleasant when crowded together, but sturdy enough, bright enough, to go it alone in a diverse setting.
Mild mannered: only a slight bump to a bystander or head on a neighbor’s shoulder is as aggressive as they get. Live and let live stance.
Always remaining in touch with their roots.
Always seeking the light, but embracing the storms of life, too.
Such a lucky mistake could actually benefit the human race.
If civilizations from outer space evaluate Earth’s inhabitants, a little mistaken identity might be preferable to the truth.
Take one for Team Earth, little Vinca plants!
Torn from your beds before your time.
Keep your silence about the irrational actions of the humans.
(Once the Vinca standard is established, possible humans could be considered a GMO and given a pass?)
Vinca, your sacrifice won’t be forgotten.
There’ll be fertilizer and mulch for your descendant seedlings.
Well, next spring, anyway.
You know how people are.
Oh, Silly. Nothing strange happening here at all. Just landscaping.
The seasonal ripping out of live plants to replace with more appropriate “seasonal color.”
(The Vinca are getting tired, anyway.)
Making changes on a whim, needed or not.
One of the benefits of being top of the food chain.
Sent to check out the locals?
Possible entries for “Universe’s Funniest Lifeforms Videos”?
Humans might be better off if represented by plants…but not sheep.
Imagine the odd conclusions of human behavior from that.
Fertile ground for growing thoughts.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Read more? Reality is often stranger than fiction.
“Clam confirmed the world’s oldest creature at 507 yrs. Scientists kill it while checking it’s age” (Poor Ming! RIP. Stupid human trick.)
“Solar Plants are burning Birds’ Wings” (Motherboard article on the impact of green projects must be considered. Birds are critical to agriculture and reduce the need for poison in the fields)
“Water Birds Turning Up Dead at Solar Projects in the Desert” KCET/ReWire investigation. Big desert installations imperiling water birds.
“Solar Panels Frying Birds Along Major Migration Path” (Short article. Government response is disturbing.)
“600,000 Bats Killed at Wind Farms in 2012″ (NPR News. Bat are vital to the eco system and agriculture. Their hunting reduces the need for using poison in fields.)
“Wind Farms Killed 67 Eagles in 5 Years” (AP/Journal of Raptor Research. Just how many is enough? Raptors manage rodent population naturally – without poisons in the agricultural fields.)
Fish and visitors. Stink after three days.
(Different species substituted out of courtesy.)
Realm visas extended.
By the numbers, even.
Brain power? No thoughts there.
Resting from their elephant-like parades.
Attuned to tail.
With a slight German accent.
In the sunny room: a stand-off or a summit?
One, a head. One, a foot.
Meeting of minds or a thump event?
Boxing like two old ladies.
Both conceited as the cats’ meow.
Best stay above it all.
Fire’s serviceable as moat.
More Bob here.
Despite their differences.
Despite odd looks.
They meet every morning.
Chosen their own path.
Ignoring the short comings of the other.
Ignoring generations of expected behavior.
They only see the joy.
From different worlds
From different societies.
They put all that aside each morning.
Each accepting what is given and giving back in kind.
Enjoying each other’s company.
What a lovely idea.
Not for fame. Not for fortune. Not for notice.
Just for them.
These pictures were sent over by my sister-in-law who lives on a ranch near Abilene.
Her neighbor says these two visit daily.
Any better way to start the day before hitting the road and interacting with the human race?
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
So annoying, those floaters.
Specks that clog up the view.
Natural or not, irritating.
People just ignore them. (Not those afflicted.)
Unidentified stuff drifts down from somewhere.
Is Mother Nature embarrassed?
Doing her best to hide the man-made trashy mess?
Looks more like Monet than litter after her brush.
She does have talent.
Wish people would remember that tossed cup, that dumped fast food ketchup container, that flicked aside gross cigarette remnant -
They all go somewhere: washing down gutters, to sewers, to bayou and streams to
The lake. Last stop before open waters.
Maybe the greenery is Nature’s calvary sent to corral the trashy mess in the water.
Like white blood cells surrounding infection in the human body?
In any case, now it’s a floating tangle around docks, piers, and backwaters.
The herons and egrets miffed their fishing grounds blanketed.
Incoming ducks, uneasy.
The floating green islands are busy with insects and minnows.
But easy to get entangled.
Gators luxuriating in the easy lurking.
Weekend boaters will struggle with wrapped propellers and fishing lines.
Such a blooming bundle. That must be the plan.
To get it all wrapped up and grabbed up.
Before the discards flow into Galveston Bay and, then, into the Gulf.
That Nature Maid could toss the whole disgusting migrating mess up on the beaches.
Wave her displeasure.
Oblivious beach goers rant at the shore maintenance:
“Where did all this come from?”
“Why don’t they clean it up?”
She must shake her head.
Some creatures are such slow learners.
What goes around, comes around.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.
Need more to read?
Galveston Bay Foundation: Preserve, protect, and enhance Galveston Bay – one of the world’s most productive estuaries. News, events, and information.
“Meteor Shower Lights Up Night Sky Across the West” (CBS Los Angeles)
“Battling space junk with a tractor beam of static electricity” (Wired Science)
It might be easier if they were joined at the hip, that Dynamic Duo. Me and Mini-Me
Same amount of wiggling and delight, but the whirling action more centralized.
No doubt then they’d request one queen size bed instead of being separated at night.
(But you’ve already commandeered the couch!)
At least they agree on TV shows and football teams.
So there’s no growling over that.
When you have two, there has to be two of everything: toys, leashes, cats.
Both RC Cat and Granny are staying above the fray.
Literally. Way up on top of stuff.
They’ve also become friends of low places (if dark and inaccessible to wet dog snouts).
Worries over food fights was for naught.
Forgot the German prefers to grab mouthfuls and snack in front of the TV.
Molly is perfectly happy snatching up dropped pieces .
(Self cleaning! Win-Win!)
No need for dog walks for exercise or burning calories: for either dogs of staff.
Although Staff’s bruising from all the bumping and herding may require some explanations.
They’re just so exuberant.
Rather like having two buffaloes in the house.
(Swear they were imitating CU’s Raphie.)
Do not rattle that leash. Hang it up quietly. Don’t you dare rattle it!
No way the Tornado Twins can go together yet.
Dislocated shoulders and ripped knees, not on the schedule today.
Won’t go individually: each turns into legless sack of potatoes three steps out the door.
It’s a sleep over. Some chaos expected.
Besides as a bonus, shortly we will have a solid mohair-like floor covering.
It’s natural. Ecologically friendly.
Pottery Barn will surely be calling for a photo shoot.
(Always heard a mud pack was good for the skin. Possible it will benefit wood floors, too? Must hope…)
At least they haven’t asked for the car keys or for a trip to the mall…yet.
Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge
(Apologies for slow responses to comments recently. Both the German and Molly keep barking suggestions to write and it’s just too jarring – both to the mind and the table. Promise to catch up reading and responding if they ever nap….must hope.)
The German and Molly politely ask you to remember the military and service dogs this November. They are soldiers, too.
- “Wrigley heiress charters private jet to fly Marine’s dogs home”.
- We can’t all help like that, but all assistance, no matter how small it’s appreciated – even an email to Congress representatives reminding them the dogs are soldiers, too.
- “It’s not too late to put a holiday care package together for a deployed MWD team! If you or your organization is interested in sending a care package to a deployed MWD team this holiday season, email email@example.com and they will provide you with addresses and a list of suggested items.” (From Military Working Dogs Facebook page.) You can help: Pass the word.
- Stories and current information about our nation’s Dogs of War and their handlers on the Military Working Dogs Facebook page here.
- Military dogs were honored recently with the dedication of their own National Monument dedicated Oct 28, 2013.