Flickers in the Tree

The hot weather is finally here. Summer has finally shown its bright face. In the morning the sun shines in as well as the squack of a new born flicker in the maple tree in our front yard. We call it affectionatley Brat, mostly for waking us up in the early hours complaining of hunger pains and boredom. It pokes it's little head out with its red markings on its cheeks and stares out into the sky: looking, waiting. I am sure its annoying call with change with time. I hope this akward noise will metamorphose into something beautiful, or at least less like a teradactyl dying. But we feel lucky, and excited, and hopeful that it will grow into a full fledged woodpecker. This is the first year there's been a baby in the tree. We are proud and check on the little family daily now. Ah nature. What an amazing thing.

And now it is June...

Somehow it is already the middle of 2008! The muse has been sidetracked these last many months and I promise to get back to it now. I have been creatively productive in the interim with art making. And have enjoyed that immensely. I think it is some of my best work artistically. But, that phase has now ended and I begin to think about writing again. Soon...

But first, there were the many months of spring as well. Which, in this house I share, means getting the Dahlia's ready to go in the ground. Three weeks ago we planted over 2oo tubers in an organic farm in Woodinville called, The Root Connection. In this place, the soil is dark and rich. It is magical soil and sparkles in the sun. Why? Because it is filled with tiny pieces of tumbled glass for drainage. What amazing ideas they utilize there. We bring home tumbled pieces of this glass that are too big for the soil. One piece I brought home yesterday, looks like a tiny iceberg. They sit in our windows reminding us of the magic that is happening at the farm. Soon there will be Dahlia's everywhere in all kinds of colors taller than we are. And the cutting days will begin.

In between that and now, I shall write...