Full Fall Moon
Full Fall Moon happens Wednesday October 24. The moon rises at 652, just after sunset, or if you are in a hurry try today at 616, just minutes before sunset.
International Observe the Moon Night (InOMN) is an annual world-wide public engagement program that encourages observation, appreciation, and understanding of our Moon and its connection to NASA planetary science and exploration. Everyone on Earth is invited to join the celebration by hosting or attending an InOMN event. For more information about InOMN and how to get involved, visit observethemoonnight.org.
How about a poem from one of my students Madeline, she is a writer, a published poet and one heck of a plantswoman. Can you tell that I'm proud of her.
International Observe the Moon Night (InOMN) is an annual world-wide public engagement program that encourages observation, appreciation, and understanding of our Moon and its connection to NASA planetary science and exploration. Everyone on Earth is invited to join the celebration by hosting or attending an InOMN event. For more information about InOMN and how to get involved, visit observethemoonnight.org.
How about a poem from one of my students Madeline, she is a writer, a published poet and one heck of a plantswoman. Can you tell that I'm proud of her.
“The Bear”
And so this spring,
"I hope you have a lovely day today and enjoy the weather",
I am the Bear.
A season spent in hibernation,
from myself,
for myself.
But now, I awaken.
Oh!-- how I awaken!
Filled with curiosity and hunger,
feeling floods my being.
And so, I am the Bear.
Waking up with a hunger
to a brutal, wonderful world
brimming with great hurt and love to
graciously offer me (as thorns between my toes
and berries in my mouth).
I am the Bear,
becoming one with what I left
once again.
Immersive and Expansive,
I bound after it all.
Madeline Trosclair
9-24-18 Full Nekid Ladies Moon today, just beautiful, a non-disappointing event! High broken clouds only enhanced the scene.
9-25-18 Rain again. To the naysayers I have always said "you almost never get wet riding a bike", well...
today things caught up with me.
9-26-18 Rain... no hummers anywhere now. Tiny Squirrel Tree Frogs on my windows now with the mature crop that have been there all summer.
9-27-18 Thursday, third Oil Train moving E-W since Saturday. What are you thinking Beth Erwin?
A poem from the storyteller Atticus who loves the ocean, the desert, whiskey and playing with words...hey David Lee, he kind of sounds like you and I, well I for one.
Put your hand on your heart
in you
there is power
there are ideas
no one has ever thought of
there is the strength to love
purely and intensely
and to be loved back
there is the power to make people happy
and to make people laugh
the power to change lives
and futures
don't ever forget that power
and don't ever
give up on it.
From The Dark Between Stars by Atticus
9-30-18 Hummers back. Maybe they did not leave...
10-1-18 "Juvie" Squirrel Tree Frogs seem to have doubled dimension in less than one week.
10-4-18 Today we buried our oldest church member. Willa Porier, pronounced Wee-La, yep she was the old lady whose roosters were always in the street right around the corner from the church, she went to mass every day, with prayer beads hanging out of her apron pocket, yup, that is her. 106 years young, now that is a fine ripe old age.
10-8-18 New Moon!
10-10-18 Another Oil Train, Beth, been seeing an average of one a week, 2 engines pulling a boxcar and over 100 cars followed by a box and two pushers. Huge rolling pipeline of explosive liquid, OH MY!
10-10-18 Cooler! Oh Wow!
10-11-18 Beautiful fall weather!
10-12-18 Fall! Saw a hummer today. At Festival Acadien et Creole, Mimi and I danced and swayed all night, errrrr, 2hours. Steve Riley and the Mamou Playboys, Mark Mouton, Rody Romero, David Greeley, Christine Balfa, a stellar group, whew!
My Native Plant class in field saw Great Orb Weaver today and a fine yellow with black accents Crab Spider.
Try this poem on for size:
Fall
the black oaks
fling their bronze fruit
into all the pockets of the earth
pock pock
they knock against the thresholds
the roof the sidewalk
fill the eaves
the bottom line
of the old gold song
of the almost finished year
what is spring all that tender
green stuff
compared to this
falling of the tiny oak trees
out of the oak trees
then the clouds
gathering thick along the west
then advancing
then closing over
breaking open
the silence
then the rain
dashing its silver seeds
against the house
Madeline, the writer-poet, found this Mary Oliver poem and
shared it with me since we are both huge Mary
Oliver and Oak Tree fans! Thanks Madeline
10-13-18 Two hummers around today, one small like a Rufus and the other larger than a RTHB, may be the begining of the fall hummer migration...
So my message to you is do not take down your nectar feeder, keep at least one for these off- season migrants, lets call them "snow birds", from western mountains and Mexico. Bird man, wild man Bill Fontenot says they need to eat every 15 minutes to keep up appearances and some days there are few flowers to feed on, you well maintained feeder may make a life or death difference.
10-16-18 Overnight, 3.75" rain, wind left the sugar cane leaves shredded and stalks flat on the ground between the Joe Daigre Canal and Broussard's village.
10-19-18 Les Frere Michot played music at Bach Lunch today, ahhhh, the brother harmonies were so fine. This fun group plays great french tunes and the enjoyment they have is sensed and loved by the people that come to dance to their music. I saw Louie and Tommy and Rick Michot on stage, SWEET!
I was guest lecturer in three UNIV100 classes (first semester freshmen) this am, all sections are focused on Social Issues, so I, of course focused this class on trees and ecosystems, so I drug them out of their classroom comfort zone kicking and screaming into the sunshine for an education it the great wild wonderful world out there. We, I, had fun.
10-20-18 Today is Rachel's RRRRRMBRRR ERRRRRBRRR SNGHEENZ BLAGH BLAGH birthday, happy birthday Rachel! Rach is our eldest child, an absolutely solid, organized, smart, beautiful, amazing woman. Your eldest is always the smartest and best looking y'all but don't tell the rest, Smile. And I love her.
What da??? I think I just saw a flight of Snow Geese over lower upper St Martin Parish kind of early but could very well be.
My nephew Bruce and the lovely Caroline are getting married. They threw a big party for family and friends. It was a good party but I found the room was full of folks I have never seen before i.e. they must not go to my church, Tee Coteau Church, Marcello's wine store or La Poussiere Dance Hall AND I don't work with any of them. So for a shy guy like myself it was a tough crowd, but the food was great, wine flowing steadily to set loose my tongue and it was good to see MY few people who were there.
Here is another poem by Mary Oliver on a topic I find my mind wandering over more and more lately:
WHEN DEATH COMES
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is is going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the Earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver, Devotion, 2017
10-23-18 Little Brother, John, number 9 in our family of 10 made a guest appearance in my class today, he is a coastal land loss/wetland ecologist expert/fixer, it was a learning experience for us all.
Beth! Another Oil Train on my way into work today, it was too long to count the cars, scary as all heck. We should talk! Beth moved to Texas and has like dropped off the face of the Earth, I hope she is OK...
It looks as though we will have a tough moon watch here on the Gulf Rim, cloudy and rainy today and tomorrow, but hey, don't let that stop you, get out and enjoy the cool and the natural world and don't forget the tart red beverage. Last night I was gifted with a free Barred Owl Concert and more mosquitoes than i thought possible, go figger, you can just never be prepared for that!
peace love possumhugs
BT
9-24-18 Full Nekid Ladies Moon today, just beautiful, a non-disappointing event! High broken clouds only enhanced the scene.
9-25-18 Rain again. To the naysayers I have always said "you almost never get wet riding a bike", well...
today things caught up with me.
9-26-18 Rain... no hummers anywhere now. Tiny Squirrel Tree Frogs on my windows now with the mature crop that have been there all summer.
9-27-18 Thursday, third Oil Train moving E-W since Saturday. What are you thinking Beth Erwin?
A poem from the storyteller Atticus who loves the ocean, the desert, whiskey and playing with words...hey David Lee, he kind of sounds like you and I, well I for one.
Put your hand on your heart
in you
there is power
there are ideas
no one has ever thought of
there is the strength to love
purely and intensely
and to be loved back
there is the power to make people happy
and to make people laugh
the power to change lives
and futures
don't ever forget that power
and don't ever
give up on it.
From The Dark Between Stars by Atticus
9-30-18 Hummers back. Maybe they did not leave...
10-1-18 "Juvie" Squirrel Tree Frogs seem to have doubled dimension in less than one week.
10-4-18 Today we buried our oldest church member. Willa Porier, pronounced Wee-La, yep she was the old lady whose roosters were always in the street right around the corner from the church, she went to mass every day, with prayer beads hanging out of her apron pocket, yup, that is her. 106 years young, now that is a fine ripe old age.
10-8-18 New Moon!
10-10-18 Another Oil Train, Beth, been seeing an average of one a week, 2 engines pulling a boxcar and over 100 cars followed by a box and two pushers. Huge rolling pipeline of explosive liquid, OH MY!
10-10-18 Cooler! Oh Wow!
10-11-18 Beautiful fall weather!
10-12-18 Fall! Saw a hummer today. At Festival Acadien et Creole, Mimi and I danced and swayed all night, errrrr, 2hours. Steve Riley and the Mamou Playboys, Mark Mouton, Rody Romero, David Greeley, Christine Balfa, a stellar group, whew!
My Native Plant class in field saw Great Orb Weaver today and a fine yellow with black accents Crab Spider.
Try this poem on for size:
Fall
the black oaks
fling their bronze fruit
into all the pockets of the earth
pock pock
they knock against the thresholds
the roof the sidewalk
fill the eaves
the bottom line
of the old gold song
of the almost finished year
what is spring all that tender
green stuff
compared to this
falling of the tiny oak trees
out of the oak trees
then the clouds
gathering thick along the west
then advancing
then closing over
breaking open
the silence
then the rain
dashing its silver seeds
against the house
Madeline, the writer-poet, found this Mary Oliver poem and
shared it with me since we are both huge Mary
Oliver and Oak Tree fans! Thanks Madeline
10-13-18 Two hummers around today, one small like a Rufus and the other larger than a RTHB, may be the begining of the fall hummer migration...
So my message to you is do not take down your nectar feeder, keep at least one for these off- season migrants, lets call them "snow birds", from western mountains and Mexico. Bird man, wild man Bill Fontenot says they need to eat every 15 minutes to keep up appearances and some days there are few flowers to feed on, you well maintained feeder may make a life or death difference.
10-16-18 Overnight, 3.75" rain, wind left the sugar cane leaves shredded and stalks flat on the ground between the Joe Daigre Canal and Broussard's village.
10-19-18 Les Frere Michot played music at Bach Lunch today, ahhhh, the brother harmonies were so fine. This fun group plays great french tunes and the enjoyment they have is sensed and loved by the people that come to dance to their music. I saw Louie and Tommy and Rick Michot on stage, SWEET!
I was guest lecturer in three UNIV100 classes (first semester freshmen) this am, all sections are focused on Social Issues, so I, of course focused this class on trees and ecosystems, so I drug them out of their classroom comfort zone kicking and screaming into the sunshine for an education it the great wild wonderful world out there. We, I, had fun.
10-20-18 Today is Rachel's RRRRRMBRRR ERRRRRBRRR SNGHEENZ BLAGH BLAGH birthday, happy birthday Rachel! Rach is our eldest child, an absolutely solid, organized, smart, beautiful, amazing woman. Your eldest is always the smartest and best looking y'all but don't tell the rest, Smile. And I love her.
What da??? I think I just saw a flight of Snow Geese over lower upper St Martin Parish kind of early but could very well be.
My nephew Bruce and the lovely Caroline are getting married. They threw a big party for family and friends. It was a good party but I found the room was full of folks I have never seen before i.e. they must not go to my church, Tee Coteau Church, Marcello's wine store or La Poussiere Dance Hall AND I don't work with any of them. So for a shy guy like myself it was a tough crowd, but the food was great, wine flowing steadily to set loose my tongue and it was good to see MY few people who were there.
Here is another poem by Mary Oliver on a topic I find my mind wandering over more and more lately:
WHEN DEATH COMES
When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox;
when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,
I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is is going to be like, that cottage of darkness?
And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,
and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,
and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,
and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the Earth.
When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
Mary Oliver, Devotion, 2017
10-23-18 Little Brother, John, number 9 in our family of 10 made a guest appearance in my class today, he is a coastal land loss/wetland ecologist expert/fixer, it was a learning experience for us all.
Beth! Another Oil Train on my way into work today, it was too long to count the cars, scary as all heck. We should talk! Beth moved to Texas and has like dropped off the face of the Earth, I hope she is OK...
It looks as though we will have a tough moon watch here on the Gulf Rim, cloudy and rainy today and tomorrow, but hey, don't let that stop you, get out and enjoy the cool and the natural world and don't forget the tart red beverage. Last night I was gifted with a free Barred Owl Concert and more mosquitoes than i thought possible, go figger, you can just never be prepared for that!
peace love possumhugs
BT
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