nature – three good words

July 3, 2025July 3, 2025

Daffodils 2.0

What’s your definition of romantic?

Walking through a meadow and falling in love with all the wildflowers.

Joyful moments, together.

Details, remembered.

Slow boatrides along a languid river.

Long days in sunny places.

Poetry, wine, and candlelight.

#throwback

June 11, 2025June 11, 2025

sweater weather

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

Rainy days followed by perfect sunshine. Bookshopping. Back-to-school supplies. Hot coffee in your favourite café. Crimson leaves. Golden light. That sudden sweep, rushing through the trees. Crisp mornings with baby-blue skies. Long coats. Hats, gloves, laced-up boots. The first silly socks. That hint of snow in the air. Snuggling close on benches. Woodsmoke. Rain-wet pines. Thunderstorms. Candles. Pumpkin, pecan, or sweat potato pie.

#autumn

February 13, 2025February 13, 2025

So, about that…

What were your parents doing at your age?

So there was this planet, see.

It was a pretty blue and a mountainous green.
It had weather and nature and ecosystems,
White rhinos, coral reefs, and bees.

And there was this generation.
A very numerous generation.
So numerous, they were named after their numerosity.

And The Numerous had everything they could wish for, materially;
In comparison to everyone else before them, that is.

And this Numerous Generation looked at the blue planet
So pretty and healthy and green
The planet with the good weather, the ecosystems,
And all those necessary bees
They looked and probed and satellite and decided:

Nice little planet you have there.
Shame if something would happen to it…

And they happened to it.
All at once.
All the time.
Everywhere.

Now, The Numerous (and their 2.0s) will tell you:
Everyone uses plastics!
Cars are amazing!
You’re one to talk!
How were we to know?
Why are you making this a thing?

Or they will use words like “ungrateful” and “whiny” and “weak”.

Some (many) do love the blue planet dearly.
And they try, sincerely, to save it
To keep it clean.

But too many of The Numerous (and their 2.0s) couldn’t give two figs
About whether the only home we have still exists
Once they no longer have use of it.

And that is a crying ~~sin~~ shame.