The Seasons: A Poem

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Sunrise over Amazing Grasses Family Farm The mad Artist wields His brush, Painted colors rush, To life and give flush, Before the quiet autumn hush. The life seems to pour, As colors fall to the floor, To be seen no more, Outside the dark, grey door. Brightness from below, Sun upon the snow, High, cold clouds blow, Flakes and ice appear to grow. The man melts with little seen, Underneath, pale, grey green, Hides life in dark unseen, Waits for warmth and to careen. Buds on branches show, Patience starts to grow, Trickles, streams and veins flow, Bringing fruits of melted snow. Sprung to life it springs, Bees, birds, sound rings, Lush green flings, Its gift bounty brings. Green growth gives one last rush, Underneath the Painter's brush. The mad Artist wields His brush, before the quiet autumn hush. More poetry is available from James M. Hahn in  The Last Dragon and Other Poems  available now. My new book of cryptogram puzzles " Secret Messages from the Saints " is avai
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Weekend Photos

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Sunrise on Sunday morning!

Some of us take a different path in life...I took the creek path while the others took the Butterfly Trail

Milkweed Tussock (Tiger) Moth Caterpillars munching on some Milkweed. Did you know that the adult moths use an ultrasonic signal easily detected by bats warning the predator that they'll taste pretty nasty if caught?

Speaking of bats...I found this poor creature stuck to the burrs of a large Burdock plant in my mother's yard. I didn't have the knowledge or guts to free it. I cut down the plant and placed it in the shade. I'm hoping the best for the bat.

These "Surprise Lilly's" popped up around mom's house in the short 10 or so days between mowing.
 Growing about 2-3 feet in 10-12 days. I'd love to set up a camera to catch them.


I found a patch of Wild Bergamot that was teaming with Hummingbird Moths. Those nasty tomato horn worms we find each year become these beautiful and incredibly agile moths.

 

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