HaikuHedgehog
prefers the deep woods
small, occasionally prickly
creature of few words
Joined Oct 2022
a fever broken,
windows open for cool nights:
finally, it's fall
Went on a #mushroom foraging walk the other day. Convenient accidental dime for scale.
it's too damn hot out!
attempting to summon fall:
pumpkin spice candle
I was a little skeptical of the proportions in the sauce, but it actually worked really well.
https://rainbowplantlife.com/eggy-tofu-scramble/#wprm-recipe-container-11576
Figuring out ways to dispose of my grandmother's "good dishes". My nephew was only interested in the bowls, so I sent him those. A friend suggested making #candles out of the teacups. I had no idea candle- making had such a large hobby community, nor that it had so many gadgets and supplies... Here's my first test cases. Hard to see in the photo, but these two are dyed light blue. I'll be playing with other colors for the other cups in the set.
"This cistern, now dubbed the Dan Harpole Cistern, once held 2 million gallons of water, but is now empty, and is distinguished by a 45 second reverberation decay." Example videos in the article.
autumn's first monarch
a dwindling migration
yet hope still flutters
The author describes the 2 years she worked in Alberta's tar sands. She contends with homesickness, crushing student loan debt, sexual harassment, & sexual assault. She also grapples with conflicted feelings about the economic benefits of the tar sands versus the environmental disaster the refineries caused. This book was engrossing, & she skillfully depicted sprawling industrial complexes & natural vistas.
In "Braiding Sweetgrass", the author describes how her Native American heritage meshes with her training as a botanist, and invites the reader to rethink industrialized society's relationship with the natural world and humankind's role in it. She writes vividly and compellingly. But as these are several essays loosely linked, the pacing is a bit uneven, and some parts dragged a bit. Still a worthwhile read, though.
https://goodreads.com/book/show/17465709-braiding-sweetgrass
a small-town graveyard
thin headstone blurred by moss and time
stately monument
name still etched crisp and clear
both bones now, long forgotten
Took a trip to Assateague last week. Kayaked, walked trails, read on the beach, swam, saw the horses. At one point, a ranger was trying to be polite, but was clearly exasperated. The state park had a changing area, with an outdoor shower so people could hose off the sand. A visitor had left a faucet open. A mare and her foal were delighted at this new source of fresh water. We all had to wait for them to drink their fill and move on. (reposted for alt text)
Some of the other photos I took at Assateague weren't souvenirs, they were for science. The National Park Service runs chronologs, photo albums that document the salt marsh's changes over time. You put your phone in a wooden frame so everyone's shot is consistent. It's funny to see some album contributions with a thumb in them, or horses wandering into the frame.
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Assateague's salt marshes also have jellyfish. When this one's bell was fully extended, it was about the width of a small dinner plate.
Not bad! Only had "firm"; can't remember if I just flaked or if the store was out of extra firm. I think EF would hold the bigger pieces better. Didn't have the black salt, but did have nutritional yeast. I had it with some pan-fried potatoes.
the windchimes hang still
only the cicadas sing
to a leaden sky
velveted antlers
the young buck tosses his head
impatient for fall
HaikuHedgehog
prefers the deep woods
small, occasionally prickly
creature of few words
Joined Oct 2022