The Homestone

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Years Eve and Moose on the Meadow

December 31st.
It is a beautiful sunny day today. We awoke to two Moose on the meadow this morning. 
In Native American legend, the moose is thought to represent a balance between gentleness and strength. Moose medicine is about the power to shed the past which seems most fitting on this last day of the old year.

And here it was just six short months ago ... and soon again.

For now though, let us walk awhile with the beauty of Winter.

Bright blessings on this New Year’s Eve.
With dearest love.
Nicola and David

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas Eve on the Meadow

 Wishing you a blessed Solstice ~ let there be light!
 And a Christmas decorated with the laughter of loved ones,
the warmth of good cheer and every joy in the new year too.
 Much love
Nicola and David

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Mid December

The morning of the 15th
and the afternoon on a walk in the sunshine
 We've already seen about 2 feet of snow.  
Then some sun and a few warm days.


 It's still dark by 4 in the afternoon 
but soon the darkness will give way to the light.

To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark.   Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings. 
~ Wendell Berry ~

Friday, November 15, 2013

Snow at first light.

 Our first real snowfall of 2013.  
First light.
 The solar panels needing a dust off.
 The creek not fully frozen yet.
 The forest
The swings
 The snow... oh, right and the shovel and the plow.  
For the moment; pristine and beautiful.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

A post from the nemophilists on the meadow

 A late October afternoon on the meadow.
and then an early morning encounter ...

It was not yet fully light. The sun was casting long shadows on the hay fields.
As I took this fellows pic, the flash on my camera kept snapping up, giving his eyes that eiree glow.
  About 10 minutes later, we watched him and two other coyotes cavorting like puppies at the other edge of the meadow.  They roared around, chasing each other and rolling over themselves.  It was a delightful thing to witness.  These pics below are better if you click  and make them bigger.

 Here's that word ~ a new one for me.  Love it.
Of Greek origin:  
nemophilist (n.) a haunter of the woods;
 one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.  
Pronunciation | ne-'mo-fe-list 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Our 'Bohemian neighbourhoood' on a Saturday morning.

We counted 21 Bohemian Waxwings this morning.  

If you are wondering how Cedar and Bohemian Waxwings differ; 'All About Birds' is a great resource.  It's my online go-to for identification.  Here is an example of their ID viewer . 

Our waxwing visitors this morning used the cone laden top of the tall Englemann Spruce (the Grosbeak's nesting tree) as their base while they flew back and forth to the creek below. 

The portion of the creek they were zipping back and forth to is where the beaver has built his dam.  The dam produces a soothing waterfall sound and also apparently, a bloom of something the waxwings were enjoying. 

The Bohemian's were a welcome sight on an overcast October morning. About half as many came through last year in early November.

 Arthur C. Bent (1866-1954)  one of America's greatest ornithologists, describes the Bohemian Waxwing as “a well-dressed gentleman in feathers, a Beau Brummel among birds.”   
( 'Beau Who?! Okay, gotta love Google ) Beau Brummel was an iconic figure in Regency England; the arbiter of men's fashion in the early half of the 1800's.  
Here's a portrait of the nattily dressed Brummel.

Did you know; a group of waxwings are collectively known as an "ear-full" 
or a "museum" of waxwings. 
Till next time ~ here's to happy songbirds everywhere.
And thanks for dropping by.