The Solstice, I know, arrives for most people tomorrow on the 21st. But, for those of us living in North America west of the Central Time Zone, it arrives tonight! 10:04 on the West Coast in the Pacific Time Zone, 11:04 in the Mountain Time Zone (the Rockies, etc.) and 9:04 in the Alaska Time Zone. So, for everyone in these time zones, Happy Summer Solstice. And, Happy Summer Solstice to everyone else when it arrives tomorrow. Of course, in many parts of the world it's already tomorrow, so Happy Summer Solstice (Winter Solstice to those of you below the Equator) to all of you right now.
Okay, all this thinking about time zones and different seasons has made my head hurt, so I'm going to bed now. Good night to some and good morning to others!
I took these photos back in 2010, but I have literally thousands of photos that I've taken through the years, so if I just used the current ones...well, think how many photos would never get their moment in the 'spotlight.'
I love the crinkly texture of the petals of these flowers...
Perhaps because I'm starting to get quite a few 'crinkles' on my own face, lol. Wait...the title of this post isn't quite accurate, because I don't love the crinkles I'm getting on my face, but I earned every one and I'm proud of every one. Crinkles from laughing, crinkles from toughing out hard times, crinkles from being outside in all kinds of weather in the forest and on the mountain tops I love. I just wish that I wouldn't have a new one showing up every few days!
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is a society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or all I have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot conceal." Lord Byron, George Gordon
(The first photo was taken up here by me, the second was taken by my friend Kathleen's daughter-in-law Cindy on a trip to Oregon in June of 2012).
Things are blooming at odd times this year. The foxgloves down by the little creek bloomed so early they're already starting to look a little bedraggled.
But the wild sweet peas with their delicious scent are a couple of weeks late.
While the Viburnum, or snowball bush, is in full bloom. Usually at this time of year they're still little chartreuse colored balls; they don't reach the full blown white stage until the end of June.
The fuchsia plants won't make it through the winters up here, so the nursery usually gets some in . . . around the fourth of July. I saw this on Memorial Day and took a chance and bought it. I've had to bring it inside several times since then, but it seems to be holding it's own. They're kind of a pain to grow, even as annuals, because I have to water them once a day and mist them three times a day, but they're worth it to me. I always thought they looked like little ballerinas. And I'm sure the faeries use their petals to make dresses. :)
I wish my past week had been as tranquil as this photo looks. Numerous trips up and down the hill getting my sister to doctor appointments and getting a nasty surprise while my sister and I were having lunch. I started to bite into a sandwich and felt a very odd sensation in the front of my mouth. I took the sandwich away from my mouth and there, stuck in the bread, was half of my tooth! It had a crown on it; the entire crown came off but only part of my tooth was in it. I was hoping the dentist could reattach it using some sort of dental super glue, or whatever they use, but no such luck. I have to have oral surgery on the 20th of this month...YUCK. Then I have to wait for at least four weeks for it to heal so he can put a bridge in, or whatever he's going to do to fix it. I hate teeth, they just cause no end of trouble!
Sunlight sparkling on the waters of Lake Gregory, Crestline, Ca. Taken in May of this year.
On a different note, see that little thing down at the bottom of the photo about half way between the center bottom and bottom right? It kept appearing in a lot of my photos, but never in the same place or going in the same direction, so I don't think it was dust on the lens. Maybe a bug following me around? Or, (and I like this best) perhaps it was a Faery in disguise? I saw something similar in a photo I took last autumn (I think it was last autumn) but it was green instead of the bluish-white of this one.
Can it really be June already? This year is flying by faster than a Italian race car with its gas pedal glued to the floorboard. The poppies (California's state flower) and the beautiful blue lupins are blooming on the hillsides.
Down at Lake Arrowhead, the ducks are doing their thing close to the shore, where they won't get run over by a boat.
My mama, and every older person I knew when I was a child, used to tell me to "make the most of being young because time goes by faster than you can blink." I didn't believe them. Summer lasted forever, then school went on for an eternity until Christmas vacation...time passing by fast? What were they talking about?
Now I know. And, I bet you know, too...don't blink, or it will be November!
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul ~ Jean Cocteau (That's Malcolm O'Mewy on the chair)
Feed the Hungry
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
What I'm Reading Now:
Give a Child a Book
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
Care for a cuppa?
Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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Click to visit Lake Arrowhead
A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
I'm three-quarters Native American (Oglala Sioux and Cherokee), and one-quarter Northern Italian. I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.