Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 13 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… There is no frog-song. But there is bewitchment in the scent of this thing that has been lost for so long. Beneath the leaves of ruby-petaled flowers,…
See Previous | See Next Last week I complained about the lack of snow, so this week we did get a tiny dusting, which tried (valiantly) and failed to make last year’s garden scruff look elegant and white-edged. Once it disappeared the garden was back to looking brown from a distance, but showing creeping green and more and more tulip shoots in the close-ups. (Update: Well, Sunday night it really did snow (see inset), much more effectively (~4 inches?) and…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 12 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And far away. Far, far away. The desert draws back from the valley by a breath, by the thickness of a millimeter and the width of a…
See Previous | See Next This week the state of my garden has mostly tended toward windy and dry. Though March is historically the snowiest month in Colorado, we’ve had very little so far, with only a bare smidge of rain sprinkled on top of that. Never-the-less, the tulips and the hellebore buds press their quiet way upward through the leaf litter. Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years, suggests that crocuses too may soon be coming our way. Looking…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 11 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And then another sound sings across the plain. That sheet of swirling rocks that has neither up nor down but only inward shudders once in time with…
I am an introvert, and I like to travel. I also have anxiety, though, so those first two traits don’t always go together as well as you might like. I also like to go for walks (less scary). As a happy traveling/walking introvert, I was once asked by a friend of mine who is not an introvert what did I do while I was walking. She was baffled at how I would sometimes walk the two miles from campus to…
See Previous | See Next This week there is less and less ice in my front garden, revealing the patiently waiting greenery of creepers underneath. And the dry brown in the back garden is showing the new green of young iris leaves if you poke beneath last year’s old, withered ones. Looking back 1-2 weeks and 1-2 years, we do seem to be balanced now between snow and ice, and new spring buds poking their way up, with either iris…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 10 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And she will arrow toward it. She will meet it at that place they all must come, now that the beacon has called them. And as she…
See Previous | See Next As ever, early spring in Colorado is very brown, and while that squirrel sitting in that fence/bush/hedge thing is cute, that whole brown-and-barren ambiance (often minus the cute) is very much what my whole garden looks like right now (and for large swaths of the year). But, if you look closely, there are green things getting ready to poke their heads up – or in the case of these hens-and-chicks, emerge directly out from under…
Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory This is Installment 9 of this year’s SSCS. If you want to start at the beginning of ‘Because the Desert is a Great, Broad Beast of Memory’, go here! If you want to know what the heck an SSCS is, go here! Previously… And then, all at once, the starlight within her cries out, seems to take a deep breath in, while the star-black sky beats down at her, shouting. …