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robin in the rafters and in rain

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If you are a bird, this is the time of year for nest building! An American robin has built a nest in the support beams of our deck. Years ago we had fun watching a robin build a nest and raise a brood in the rafters of our cabin.

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This year’s nest builder thinks the deck is his alone. Going in and out by way of the deck gets us a scolding. The robin puffs out its chest and tries to lure the marauders away. I am afraid to go near to get a photo since I might disturb eggs or chicks, so a photo of a robin’s nest in winter will have to do!

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Sudden Storm

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dusk

half darkness

the moon rises

a sliver from full

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spaces yawn

liquid robin song

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aspen, motionless

poplar tremble

a nuthatch rustles in the leaves

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wind chime plays a scale

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cloud stretched across the moon

a hand pressed to the treetops

leaves turn to the silver underside

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warm splashes

polka-dot the patio

puny dust storms on the step

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streamers stripe the glass

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curtains of rain

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Copyright Jane Tims 2017  

Written by jane tims

June 5, 2017 at 7:00 am

the worry in weather

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On Tuesday afternoon, Mr. Snowman waited on our back deck for the Nor’easter to begin …

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We are coming to the end of the rains associated with this week’s storm, a Nor’easter that brought snow, ice pellets, sleet and a lot of rain.  In our area, we had about 45 mm of rain, but some parts of the province had over 100 mm.

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Many people in New Brunswick are coping with flooded basements as a result of all the rain.  After our flooded basement experience in 2010, I spent the last couple of days in worry – hoping our drainage issues are fixed and making endless trips to the basement to make sure we had no water on the floor.

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Today I am grateful – we had no problems with flooding.  Our space is safe and we are warm and dry.

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Last night, on the back deck in the dark, after all the rain, Mr. Snowman lay on his back. The rain took most of the snow but he is still smiling. He knows more snow will come!

 

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

December 12, 2014 at 7:49 am

Arthur – during the storm

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front yard during Arthur

front yard during Arthur

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trees in hurricane rain

trees in hurricane rain

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Arthur

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woods are a green ocean

swell, each oak a breaker, and pines

crash on the shore, withdraw, branches

lift and fall, lift and settle

maples gyrate, invert their leaves, backlit

waves, spray from every

blade, winds tug at petiole, green

debris on the deck, fallen stars

on the lawn, the wind a rumble, every

branch a knife, each trunk a bow, bent

beyond the stretch of fibre, trees heave

branches lash, in the woods a crack

pummels the growl of a chainsaw in

the neighbor’s yard

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bunches of leaves on the deck

bunches of leaves on the deck

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a crack in the branch of our maple

a crack in the branch of our maple

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Copyright  2014  Jane Tims

Written by jane tims

July 14, 2014 at 7:00 am

pitfalls

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If the space you occupy, your niche, has benefits to nourish, lift and sustain you, it also has its pitfalls, its dangers.  Animals know this and their adaptations to their habitat are as much about avoiding danger as they are about obtaining food or shelter.

Think about the Groundhog family in the grey woods behind our house (see post ‘the location of our picnic table‘ August 20,2011, category ‘wild life’).  The Groundhog’s tunnels are designed to provide shelter and food storage, but they are also designed for checking out the enemy and for quick escape.

Like the Groundhog, I try to prepare for the pitfalls.  I have an emergency kit, including water and a flashlight, ready for severe storms, unexpected floods, and power outages.  In spite of this, when our basement was flooded last December, I found I was poorly prepared and all I could do was concentrate on the small steps toward return to normalcy.

The path through the grey woods has its own pitfalls.  When I go for walks I have to beware of fallen trees…

roots ready to grab an ankle…

branches reaching to poke an eye…

and the risks of not looking around, and missing something special and ephemeral…

pitfalls

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soft places in the earth

hollows in the leaf layer

deadfalls to snag the surest ankle

roots that reach for the body

and chasms to claim it

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gaps in the greyness of pine

spaces to spill sunlight

admit the riot of leaves

and the keys of the maple

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holes in the layer of cloud

snags in the curtain

knots in floorboards

eyes in the blackness of night

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flaws in the fabric

seams to part and peer through

paths we have crossed before

in other ways

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© Jane Tims 2005

'red mushroom'

Written by jane tims

September 26, 2011 at 8:04 am

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