Mr. Burrus stopped by yesterday to introduce his new little dog, an Australian terrier who goes by the name of Junior. This little creature promptly captivated my heart , but I could see that he had eyes only for Mr. Burrus. Nevertheless we sat on the floor of The Welcome Center ( yes, that's right!) and I tried to win the little guy over. I must remember to bring doggie treats to the office. We had a fine time discussing training and all manner of things one talks about with and about puppies. After after they left, I began to think about how pleasant it was that he stopped by The Welcome Center, ( actually looking for Meghann--also an animal lover). I began to think of the reasons why people choose a particular place to live ---certainly not an insignificant question. In this case , Mr. Burrus, our first resident, with his vivacious and charming wife Linda ( who loves to take pictures of our beautiful landscape) chose Easton Village to live. I could guess that they wanted a small town environment , and a place where they can walk the trails and landscape with their pets in solitude and yet, still hail a neighbor, perhaps stop for a friendly chat or drop in The Welcome Center to introduce the newest addition to their family be it animal or child. I am reminded too of that now famous quote, "it takes a village" and I agree.... It takes a village not only to raise a child ( the original intent of the quote) but also to work together for the happy intermingling of people, pets, nature, socialization and equally important--- to preserve the serenity that so many people yearn for today. So let's hear it for "the village" and all that it represents.
cheerio, ritze
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Pie Factory
What a difference a week makes.
The weather is beautiful and calm today. I was talking to my friend Sandra and we were discussing different outlooks on life; Sandra said of someone in her inimitable ES ( eastern shore!) manner, "she wouldn't be happy in a pie factory." I loved her expression because it made me smile, and it made me think about what it takes to make us happy. Obviously, it is different for all of us. For me, the older I get, the simpler that answer is. Like this morning when I pulled into EV. The first thing I did was look for the babies and there they were nestled contentedly in the marsh grass. Whew! There were still 4 instead of the 3 that I thought I saw the other day. I think that there is something important about a constancy of vision in art and in nature. In the pond , I am seeing a living process . I am seeing a struggle to beat all odds --to survive no matter what life brings ...the occasional snapping turtle to the goslings, for example. For all of nature is a struggle against the elements and natural enemies. I am looking at the real deal here..not just a moment in time but a period of life coping, teaching and surviving. It is easy to see why some naturalists spend their lives just studying one group of animals.....why Monet painted Giverny so very many times. They were looking for depth in knowledge.......and it suddenly occured to me.....right at this particular moment in time, to tell you the truth, I feel very happy. But that's just me. What makes you happy?
The weather is beautiful and calm today. I was talking to my friend Sandra and we were discussing different outlooks on life; Sandra said of someone in her inimitable ES ( eastern shore!) manner, "she wouldn't be happy in a pie factory." I loved her expression because it made me smile, and it made me think about what it takes to make us happy. Obviously, it is different for all of us. For me, the older I get, the simpler that answer is. Like this morning when I pulled into EV. The first thing I did was look for the babies and there they were nestled contentedly in the marsh grass. Whew! There were still 4 instead of the 3 that I thought I saw the other day. I think that there is something important about a constancy of vision in art and in nature. In the pond , I am seeing a living process . I am seeing a struggle to beat all odds --to survive no matter what life brings ...the occasional snapping turtle to the goslings, for example. For all of nature is a struggle against the elements and natural enemies. I am looking at the real deal here..not just a moment in time but a period of life coping, teaching and surviving. It is easy to see why some naturalists spend their lives just studying one group of animals.....why Monet painted Giverny so very many times. They were looking for depth in knowledge.......and it suddenly occured to me.....right at this particular moment in time, to tell you the truth, I feel very happy. But that's just me. What makes you happy?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Pansies and Friends
It is cold and windy today. The pond is filled with ripples and ruffles. I hope the goslings are tucked somewhere warm and cozy in the grasses. What a change in weather pattern from Memorial Day weekend.
As I walked up to the porch in my yellow hooded parka, I looked at the pansies in the shiny cobalt blue pot just blowin' in the wind---some are the buttery color of my parka and some the color of the pond in front---oh and an occasional magenta one for interest. I wonder how much longer they will survive when the sure to follow hot weather hits in the traditional Eastern Shore manner.
I love pansies. They have such energy and color just when we need it.-----after the daffodils and tulips have faded we can always count on the pansies to bring that early seasonal brightness and spritely gesture to our personal landscape. They remind me of my friends, some of whom add such a sparkling lift and joy to my life..So I hate to see the pansies wilt in the hot noonday sun. I'm not sure my friends would like to be called "pansies", but trust me---it's a compliment!!
cheerio,
ritze
As I walked up to the porch in my yellow hooded parka, I looked at the pansies in the shiny cobalt blue pot just blowin' in the wind---some are the buttery color of my parka and some the color of the pond in front---oh and an occasional magenta one for interest. I wonder how much longer they will survive when the sure to follow hot weather hits in the traditional Eastern Shore manner.
I love pansies. They have such energy and color just when we need it.-----after the daffodils and tulips have faded we can always count on the pansies to bring that early seasonal brightness and spritely gesture to our personal landscape. They remind me of my friends, some of whom add such a sparkling lift and joy to my life..So I hate to see the pansies wilt in the hot noonday sun. I'm not sure my friends would like to be called "pansies", but trust me---it's a compliment!!
cheerio,
ritze
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