“In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.”

What a bright, sunny day it is with the bluest of skies. Though still a bit chilly, only in the high 30’s, the sun makes it feel much warmer. The breeze is slight and only gently rocks the branches. The snow is just about gone. Today must be an apology of sorts from Mother Nature for the grayness of the past week.

This morning I watched a spawn of Satan be thwarted by my bird feeders. It tried all three sunflower feeders but got nothing except frustration. Its paw jabbed and jabbed inside the wires and still came back empty. Take that, you spawn of Satan!

I have high hopes. My back is getting better, my outlook on life is rosier, Easter is next week and baseball starts April 1st. Life is good.

When I was a little kid, small things gave me joy. Blowing puffy dandelions into the wind, catching fireflies, picking and eating blueberries or watching pollywogs at the swamp were the best ways to spend part of a summer day. Getting dirty while doing it was a bonus. I’d lie on my stomach and look into the water at the edge of the swamp because that’s where the pollywogs first appeared. We’d go and see them every couple of days and watch them grow. They were the tiniest black specks at first darting so quickly I could almost miss them but then came the arms and legs, and they were easy to see. When they were full-grown, they just disappeared, moved on to somewhere else in the swamp, probably in the back among the trees and bushes where we seldom went.

That swamp was my favorite of all places when I was young. It had a wide open area in the front where we watched the pollywogs in spring and where we’d ice skate in the winter. Small channels on both sides led away from the wide front. In the summer these channels were bordered by overgrown bushes and trees growing on what we thought of as islands. Exploring into the swamp meant jumping from island to island, getting scratched by the briers and getting wet feet if you weren’t careful, but at least once every summer we’d explore as far as we could. In the winter it was easy. The channels froze and the trees and bushes were bare. We walk and follow the channels as far as they went holding on to limps to keep from slipping and falling. We’d get on our hands and knees to look into the ice. It was like looking at a tiny world. The ice was so clear we could see all the dead leaves, the vines and the limbs of trees which had dipped into the water and been frozen. I can still see it all in my mind’s eye. I thought it was beautiful.

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16 Comments on ““In wisdom gathered over time I have found that every experience is a form of exploration.””

  1. Bob Says:

    One of life’s great wonders is to be able to relive, in our mind’s eye, the events that left the greatest impact on our lives. I wonder if animals also have the same mental ability.

    As a kid I remember watching airplanes as they arrived and departed from the local airport which was only a few miles from our house. My favorite thing was to go to the airport and watch the airplanes load passengers, taxi, takeoff and land. Then, I spent hours drawing airplanes at the kitchen table with a number 2 pencil on the back of a piece of hotel stationary that my father brought home every Friday night after traveling across the state all week selling merchandise to retail stores. I can still see myself whiling away the hours drawing in great detail the parts of the airplanes I had seen while my left hand, which was pushing the pencil, picked up graphite from the paper on the outer edge from my pinky to my wrist. I know what I wanted to do with my life from a very early age.

    An amazingly large number of aviators have either musical or artistic talents in their past. Guidance counselors in my high school in the 50s and 60s gave bad advice to prospective pilots by suggesting they study engineering in college. Music or art are more appropriate because flying an airplane is a three dimensional artistic endeavor. It’s a right brain thing while engineering and accounting are left brain activities. That’s why so many pilots are left handed compared to the number of lefties in the general population. That is unless they attended parochial school and the nuns used a ruler to beat it out of them 🙂

    The sun is shinning here also with a brisk March wind and highs in the fifties.


    • Bob,
      My dog knows where she’s buried all her bones so maybe there is a memory for favorite bones.

      How amazing to know so early on what you wanted to do and then how wonderful the joy of doing it. I know exactly what you mean about the graphite smudges on your hand. A few times, when I was visiting my grandparents, my uncle, two years older than I, would walk us to Logan which was miles away. I stood on the observation platform and envied the passengers boarding the plane. My dream was not to fly them but to be flown all over the world. I think we were both blessed.

      I never thought about that but I too would have guessed engineering or mathematics for pilots.

      My nuns didn’t bother converting lefty to righty.

      You have a perfect spring day!

      • Bob Says:

        When I was in China I never saw anyone eating with chop sticks with their left hand except me. One of my Chinese colleagues remarked that he never saw anyone who was left handed. However, he thinks that he was born left handed and his parents switched him at a very early age. The nuns in our generation probably figured out that left handedness was NOT a sign of the devil.


      • Bob,
        I’m glad they finally figured it out, but I remember one trying to help a kid figure out ho his arm went when he was a lefty. She couldn’t quite help him too much.

  2. Hedley Says:

    Got it, flag of Ghana and British Airways. Excellent new mast.

    It’s the start of Holy Week, the chapel was full. The Passion was read and the fronds became a cross and replaced last year which were returned to ashes in the fireplace.


    • My Dear Hedley,
      I’ll mention it tomorrow but it was Birgit who made the new mast. I loved it as soon as I saw it. The spawn of Satan was a favorite element.

      I remember a Holy Thursday service when my grandfather was one of the men whose feet were washed by the priest. My mother and i could barely contain ourselves. I think I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

  3. olof1 Says:

    We’ve had a wonderful day here, sunshine, no wind and the temperature finally rose above 38F. The night was horribly cold though and it will continue like this for the entire coming week 🙂

    We didn’t have a swamp but we did have a pond in the nearby park. Well it’s more like a big forest in the middle of Gothenburg, I think there’s more wild life there than out here in the countryside 🙂

    In my eyes the pond was huge but seeing it after many years it actually is quite tiny 🙂 🙂 🙂 The pond was full of salamandesr and leaches 🙂

    I was thinking about the cute squirrels You have a problem with, why not buy a squirrel feeder and place it some distance away from the bird feeders? That should keep them away from the bird feeders for at least some time? Here we have them to attract them to our homes though 🙂 🙂 🙂

    Have a great day!
    Christer.


    • Christer,
      That, for you, is nearly spring. I’m okay with cold nights as I’m cuddled under blankets and have a dog and cat for warmth.

      It is so try that we thought everything was huge. I guess it was just because we were so small.

      Cute squirrels? Cute? I do have a squirrel feeder and after I fill it, they empty it then go back to the bird feeders. Spawns!!

      Enjoy your Sunday!!

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I, too, have a swamp. It’s the same swamp that I had as a child except that there’s quite a bit less of it now. Houses occupy an most of it. My swamp had pollywogs, frogs, turtles, snakes, pheasants, muskrats, wood rats, mice, shrews, moles, owls. They are mostly all gone now. There are still tree frogs, wood rats and most of the small rodents but the pheasants, snakes and turtles are gone. Now I have deer, coyotes, turkeys, hawks and chipmunks to replace them.
    Oddly enough, the best place for viewing pollywogs when I was a child was an abandoned concrete house foundation. It had filled with water and sediment and was well on its way to becoming a real pond. We would lean over the wall and watch the little pollywogs swimming around. We could even see the frog eggs attached to plants that were growing in the cellar hole. It was cool.
    Love the new banner. Is that monkey poop coffee festooning the green band? I hope that spawn isn’t eating coffee beans. Just what we need; caffeinated squirrels. O-O
    It was sunny and cloudless earlier but some white puffy clouds have moved in. The temp has dropped a bit and the wind makes it feel colder but it’s still a lovely day. And there’s no snow in the forecast. 🙂
    Enjoy the day!


    • Hi Caryn,
      My swamp is now elder housing or as my dad used to call it Wrinkle City. You had far more interesting wildlife than we did or at least than I saw. I bet there were shrews but I never even caught a quick view. I have more wildlife here than in the woods where the swamp was: coyotes, possums, foxes, chipmunks (one of whom lives in my front lawn), re tail hawks ad raccoons.

      It was cool watching them. Now that you’ve mentioned them, I remember the eggs on the hedges at the edges of the swamp.

      It is coffee poop as Birgit added the monkey on a second banner.

      A few clouds wandered here as well, but the day is warm enough to melt the bits of ice left except the snow in the really shady spots.

      Have a wonderful evening!

  5. im6 Says:

    New banner! Have I not been paying attention?


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