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and this is what I saw as I stood beneath one tree.

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For many weeks, I’ve admired its shape at the window, and how the morning and afternoon light fills its form. A beautiful green vessel, for sure, that empty sake bottle. I’m always shifting things about but that bottle I have not moved since placing it at that window.  I began to wonder why.

I think it is the layering of the bottle’s illuminated form against the living, shifting greens of the oak tree outside.  As the wind blows and the branches shift, bits of blue sky or gray sky are intermittently revealed. The background is constantly in flux.  The scene of bottle against tree is a still life always in motion.

And yet even as I celebrate the serendipitous layering of light and color at the kitchen window, I also could not help but wonder what would the scene reveal with the absence of color.

Simply beauty expressed in a different way.

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Earlier this spring, I found a little potato sprouting in the pantry drawer.  I cut up the potato and planted the sprouts in a big green pot on a table next to several tall windows.  Lots of light shines down even through the widening leaves of the oak tree outside.  No high hopes for a great potato crop but I did have a wee hope to see just a bit of green poke through the soil.  Guess what?

I have in my midst what one friend described as “a lovely green monster” that any moment now is going to shout, “Feed me!”

Are actual potatoes growing beneath the dark soil? Will I grow my first potato crop ever in a big green pot sitting on a sun-drenched table in Somerville, MA?  Stay tuned, my friends, stay tuned.  😉

 

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sunlit clouds in a somerville sky

sunlit clouds in a somerville sky

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Turtles sunning themselves in the Mystic River.

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Yesterday, I scrambled down to the water’s edge before realizing that may not have been the smartest move in the shoes I was wearing.  Cool Spring winds arose.  The temperature dropped.  I was freezing.  And yet …

it truly felt like the right place to stand, for as long as I could bear, so that I might see the beauty floating by in the Mystic.

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Oh, I don’t know but Picasso certainly came to mind as I watched this mallard contort in the blue waters of the Mystic River. A lovely sight.  Her partner seemed to enjoy, as well, as he watched from closer to shore.

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