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Japanese Garden

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The next few days I’ll be working side-by-side with my fellow Master Gardeners at the Annual Master Gardeners Plant Sale.  Every year we offer plants of every type – trees, shrubs, herbs, vegetables, annuals, perennials, native plants, SEEDS, everything!  The sale lasts 5 days at the New Hanover County (North Carolina) Arboretum.  Admittance is FREE; parking is a beast.  BUT you’ll find the best plants EVER there.  I cannot contain my enthusiasm for I buy enough to keep the place in business.

When I’m not at the plant sale I’m walking the various gardens there.  There’s a Native Plant Garden, a Rose Garden, various woodland gardens, a labyrinth, a Children’s Garden and, my favorite and the oldest part of the garden, the Japanese Garden.

Make it a great day and go plant something!

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Grandfather

 

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Cochina Rocks at Fort Fisher, late afternoon

Look at our brokenness.

We know that in all creation only the human family has strayed from the Sacred Way.

We know that we are the ones who are divided and we are the ones who must come back together to walk in the Sacred Way.

Grandfather,

Sacred One,

Teach us love, compassion, and honor.

That we may heal the earth

And heal each other.

Ojibway Prayer

My Panacea

IMG_3040_Gorgeous Sunrise_1000x667“For my panacea…..let me have a draught of undiluted morning air.  Morning air!  If men will not drink of this at the fountainhead of the day, why, then, we must even bottle up some and sell it in the shops, for the benefit of those who have lost their subscription ticket to morning time in this world.”  (Henry David Thoreau)

IMG_2790_Sunrise_1000x667Morning air!!!  My favorite time of the day, bar none, is that moment between darkness and dawn.  The sky begins a subtle brightening.  The air is clear and clean and coats my lungs with purity.  Suddenly, as in a Disney cartoon, the birds begin to sing as if on cue.

That really happens.

Once, during my predawn walk I spied a dead stone crab high on the beach.  As big as a dinner plate, the crab was beautiful and thick with black tipped claws and sandy colored body.  I admired him, then walked on to take photos.  It was rather dark still, so I decided to sit on the sand for a different angle.  About 10 feet in front of the crab I sat and shot for a bit.  After shooting I rose and walked to the water, dipping my toes in the foam.  Walking back for home I noticed the crab missing.  Missing!  Was he not dead?  A shiver went up my spine.  If not dead….where?!  I found where he’d been and discovered the footprints of multiple gulls.  While I was shooting, the sound of waves and wind in my ears, the gulls were feasting 10 feet behind me….and I never heard it.

Begin Again

IMG_2977_Gorgeous Sunrise_1000x667It is time to begin again.  Time to get off my ass and jump back into the world of the living.  I’ve MISSED blogging!  I realized I never finished telling you about Scotland!  I’m not sure just what happened but I think exhaustion was the culprit.  Lots of eldercare responsibilities and living out of a suitcase.  Oh, yeah.  That’s what it was.

IMG_3029_Gorgeous Sunrise_1000x667I mean, look at this beautiful world!   The ocean is my front yard!  (well, kinda)  I also mentioned doing a photo essay on something called beach nourishment.  (look it up)   That’s about to start in earnest here at my beach and I’m not looking forward to it.

IMG_3058_Gorgeous Sunrise_1000x667I’ve been stupidly saying things to myself like “who needs another freakin’ sunrise photo?”  Well, truth be told…I do.  I need them.  My soul needs them.  As Sting says “That’s my soul up there….”  So, I’M BACK!!!

Wild Geese

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Opal Sunrise Copyright 2014 by Debi Bradford

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

From Dream Work by Mary Oliver

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Sea Oats Copyright 2014 by Debi Bradford