Good bye, Goats

We haven’t seen the goats since May because Buddy kept bullying them with harmful intentions.

Yesterday, Bob heard from the lady who works in the store that David, the owner had sold them to another person who would treat them well.

I took one final picture of the animal sign to see if the goats were still included–they were.

Probably the last picture of the goats we will ever see

Some candids of our caprine friends…

Dogwood Crown of Thorns

According to legend: Each bloom on a dogwood tree has four petals, symbolizing a cross (as the legend tells it). At the end of each petal, there is a small indention to remind us of the nails that pierced Jesus’ hands and feet. The center of each flower on the tree has a nubby look to it, reminding us of the crown of thorns placed on Christ’s head at the time of His crucifixion. And many times on the dogwood flower, there are colors of red dotted on the bloom when you look closely, reminding us of the blood Jesus poured out for us.

These ‘thorns’ are actually dogwood seeds, which is one of the reasons that dogwoods are grow so easily in the forest.

Brilliant red berries
More signs of autumn's approach
Summer receding 

This year the berries have turned red before the leaves.

Twilight Time

Twilight is light produced by sunlight scattering in the upper atmosphere, when the Sun is below the horizon, which illuminates the lower atmosphere and the Earth’s surface. The word twilight can also refer to the periods of time when this illumination occurs.

Waning moon's setting
Ascendant sun's burning glow
Twilight, Outer Banks
Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens

In Just a Twinkle

Twinkle Twinkle
Little Star
I wonder how distant
you really are.

  • Proxima Centauri, the closest star to our own, is still 40,208,000,000,000 km away. (Or about 268,770 AU.) When we talk about the distances to the stars, we no longer use the AU, or Astronomical Unit; commonly, the light year is used.
  • The closest star, Proxima Centauri, is 4.24 light-years away. A light-year is 9.44 trillion km, or 5.88 trillion miles.
  • Proxima Centauri is 4.2 light-years from Earth, a distance that would take about 6,300 years to travel using current technology
  • Proxima Centauri is a small, low-mass star located 4.2465 light-years away from the Sun in the southern constellation of Centaurus. Its Latin name means the ‘nearest [star] of Centaurus’. It was discovered in 1915 by Robert Innes and is the nearest-known star to the Sun.
Shining brightly in this Hubble image is our closest stellar neighbour: Proxima Centauri. Proxima Centauri lies in the constellation of Centaurus (The Centaur), just over four light-years from Earth. Although it looks bright through the eye of Hubble, as you might expect from the nearest star to the Solar System, Proxima Centauri is not visible to the naked eye. Its average luminosity is very low, and it is quite small compared to other stars, at only about an eighth of the mass of the Sun. However, on occasion, its brightness increases. Proxima is what is known as a “flare star”, meaning that convection processes within the star’s body make it prone to random and dramatic changes in brightness. The convection processes not only trigger brilliant bursts of starlight but, combined with other factors, mean that Proxima Centauri is in for a very long life. Astronomers predict that this star will remain middle-aged — or a “main sequence” star in astronomical terms — for another four trillion years, some 300 times the age of the current Universe. These observations were taken using Hubble’s Wide Field and Planetary Camera 2 (WFPC2). Proxima Centauri is actually part of a triple star system — its two companions, Alpha Centauri A and B, lie out of frame. Although by cosmic standards it is a close neighbour, Proxima Centauri remains a point-like object even using Hubble’s eagle-eyed vision, hinting at the vast scale of the Universe around us.

September 10–Harvest Moon

Harvest moon the full moon closest to the Autumnal Equinox (September 22)

Other names for the full moon.

• Autumn Moon
• Child Moon
• Falling Leaves Moon
• Harvest Moon
• Leaves Turning Moon
• Mating Moon
• Moon of Brown Leaves
• Moon When the Rice is Laid Up to Dry
• Rutting Moon
• Yellow Leaf Moon

Humans mate
Deer rut
Both men and peacocks
like to strut
When they are are on the prowl
to score
Hoping the moon will help once more

When Morning Summons Me

When I opened the front door
the morning summoned me out

Cool air caressed my face
as bedewed grass tickled 
my sandal clad feet
Crickets clicked a gentle staccato 
beneath bushes and porches
 while birds chirped quietly
in the overhead trees
The smell of fresh cut grass
lingered from last evening's mowing

It was otherwise so still that
I could hear the whoosh
of hot air behind me
as the Boar's Head Inn balloon
floated over my head
in the clear pure light
of the sun
gilding the treetops
as it rose higher
and faster
than the balloon

The Boar’s Head Inn Balloon (not taken the day of this poem).

When the Donkeys Talk Back

We hadn’t visited the donkeys in several days. It is not the same without the goats also appearing for the food handout.

Bob gave his best hee-haw twice, before Holly stuck her head around the side of the shed. Usually Buddy is the first to appear. Emmett, who is now 10 months old and almost as tall as his mother, and Buddy followed her closely behind.

Buddy, Holly, and an almost grown Emmett amble toward the fence for food.

When they first lined up along the fence, the group seemed unusually amiable, like old feuds had been forgotten. Buddy, however got too greedy so Holly chased him away by baring her teeth at him. Emmett, who now has much better mouth control but still doesn’t like anything that has fallen on the ground, alternated between the food I was feeding Buddy and the identical food which Bob was feeding Holly.

When that food vanished, Bob went into the store for dessert and donkey treats. Buddy immediately began voicing his dissatisfaction. Holly and Emmett both stuck their noses between the top two fence slats silently sharing Buddy’s complaints.

“Stupid humans, where is the food? We aren’t finished yet!”

“You know the drill. As soon as Bob comes out of the store, you’ll get fed.”

“We don’t care. We are HUNGRY now!”

Keep your fur on. When he comes back, you’ll get fed.

“Talk to the hungry mouths because the ears aren’t listening.”

You have a whole salad bar filled with lush green grass. If you are that hungry, eat some grass.

“You eat the grass. We want human food, NOW!”

Everybody wants to be fed now, while Buddy is marking a real jackass out of himself with his demands.

This conversation in English and Donkey went on for several minutes until Bob finally returned with donkey treats and very crumbly chocolate chip cookies.

Emmett finally realizes that the chow line has closed down.

Golden Days of Wine and Butterflies

Gentleness hugs the psyche and nerves
Streaming sun rays caress the skin
no longer coated in humidity's sweat
Butterflies maximize the opportunity
to pollinate at will
Wine enhances the opulent mellowness
Sunflowers grow to the height of the solar panels
Accident or purpose?

 Cool white wine 
trickles silkily down 
the back of  the throat
Smooth, nutty brie
 wakes up the palate
when placed  atop
 sea salt 
on the crunchy cracker
Flowers beguile the nose
with notes of green and flora

Today is a day to savor when the weather turns like it always does

Golden Days of August

August's heat and humidity
have disguised the 
golden days of August

Celt's celebrated Lughnasadh 
first harvest of the season

the first golden leaves
have fallen off the trees
not yet parched and brown

golden bales of hay
still linger in fields
usually big barrels of grass
seldom the twine bound
just the right size 
for seating at
harvest fairs
or craft fair music festivals

golden peach juice
still squirts on my t-shirt
while ripening gold and red apples
foretell of fresh cider presses ahead

Flowers seem take flight
as battalions of butterflies
circle and dive around the 
colorful late summer buds

Overhead some early geese
honk as they head elsewhere

Antlered bucks make
it clear that
the rut
will begin shortly

September will gild the days
further with softening warmth
and gentler breezes hopefully
waving humidity good bye

Challenge: What Story Would You Come Up with for Hanging the Moon?

Hanging the Moon photo blog post garnered a lot of comments. Malc from EasyMalc commented that the photo essay came from “a Polish chap called Cris Froese.”

I wondered what other stories might be told about this photo series. Either share your story in the comments or share it on your own blog and share the link in comments. Werewolves, lunar grand theft, man escaping from the moon, car with a need for more cubic feet in the trunk…

Don Ostertag, came up with this scenario in yesterday’s comments. ‘What a clever trick! Of course he has to watch where it is seen. Somebody might report him as a thief.”