The Jam is upon us, and NanU has asked us to muse on forgetting. So I mused, and of course, there is that central paradox in the question. I think I remember everything, for I cannot remember what I have forgotten.
So I went elsewhere.
And the Jam has the links, and the gang's all here:
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-30th.html
The Bitter Dead
So seeming solemn still, because I lie
a garden of remembrance, formally
you have forgotten me, and should I be
these cold, carved capitals just one inch high?
It was not your fault. Here your comfort lies,
they are not my words. Grave, I have no voice,
as grave, that shaded day, I had no choice.
I died. I would it had been otherwise.
A silence is forgetting, what I want
is my roar in a red-haired great grandchild;
the captain, his patrician nose punched again
at public school, real tears, and petulance.
A small life. From such we have been exiled,
dying young. You do not carry my name.
Home is where you find it, for a bird it doesn't have to be In a tree. This enterprising Tree Swallow has adapted an old abandoned electrical box attached to a utility pole as a nesting location. I had seen a Tree Swallow at this location last summer so I made a note of it. This spring I have been watching this metal box to see if it would be in use again as a nest location. And, "Yes", yesterday I saw that a Tree Swallow had moved in.
It appeared to be rather content and definitely had taken up habitation there. It did not appear disturbed by my presence. I shall continue observing this box until the baby Tree Swallows that will hatch there, fledge. I hope it doesn't get too hot in the metal box when and if we get any summer heat this year.
I love knowing of interesting locations to observe while sitting in my car. I wonder if this swallow was part of last summer's brood? or did it just happen that this location was found by chance, or did it find the location again by memory? fascinating! however the location choice was made, Perhaps I'll drive by again today as it is located right beside a road, these pictures were taken from my car.
Well, the excitement of seeingthe first dandelion blossom is over, now all we want to do is get rid of them. I bought a weed pulling gadjet on the weekend and it works great! I don't even have to bend over. I just push the prongs of the tool into the earth where the roots are centered, push them (the prongs into the earth ) and step on the end of the foot pedal and voila, a pulled dandelion, roots and all. I push off the pulled dandelion with a sliding attachment on the handle and with my hands still clean I begin on the removal of another. Oh happy day!
The beautiful blue egg looked cold and if you enlarge the pic to see it better you can see some water drops on the egg. Perhaps it was a young inexperienced Robin that had laid it. I wonder if it will be back to sit on the egg? I somehow think, not likely. Perhaps the fact that there is only one egg might be an indication that the bird had changed its mind about nesting at that location. It is wonderful how the staff of the garden center are looking after the nest location and protecting it and the egg. I shall have to return next weekend and ask about its development. Isn't the egg a most beautiful colour?! Always have your camera with you for "you never know, you know!"
From the pictures I could see that the swallow on the outside of the entrance to the bird house had brought a fair sized feather with it and it was trying to shove it inside the bird house. The loud bird voices I heard must have been from the bird inside the house protesting, "No!, No!""I don't want that in here!" I wonder if the female was inside the house directing the nest making activities, and making decisions on which materials were acceptable or what was to be rejected and perhaps it was the male on the outside with his offering of a feather to add to the nest building supplies?
"And don't try to bring that feather in here again!"
And that's my story and the way I saw it!
