Great Horned Owl

What did i say yesterday?
About freedom?
Today i feel people pulling at me
always wanting attention
that's what drives me crazy

Ha, i like to say about myself;
i rather be cold and shivering
being out and about
then warm and stuck inside the house

i like to add today;
i rather be lonely and crying
being free
then loved and stuck with you

Noooo! why am i always lying?


I met an owl today
sitting in a tree beside my path
a branch broke
swiftly, silently, he flew off
A great brown body
giant wings
on the way back
same tree
total silence as he fled
if i was with you....
we would be waiting
sitting, silent
in the grass
till he returns
again


I met many more creatures in the woods today
and will write about it in a next post.
As my off-spring
demands the computer now
grrrr...

wild roses

only briefly i go out of the house today
to walk among the roses
its fragrance
sweet and heavy
blown away by wind
i unable
to really catch it
like a sun ray
i cannot fold into my hand

this is my first day in a month
to be truly on my own
nothing needs to be done
so i cry
not so much
for my father who has died
or for my mother on her own
but more for me
for all and everything
that left me
standing

the music loud
till my head bursts open
i dance, i swirl
till i collapse
i scream
i scream
why did you let me go?
i wish i cried
hot tears
strings of my hair
sticking to my face
my hair
your hand
that ruffled it
don't you know?
i cannot live alone

or was it me?
abandoning myself
always wanting to be free
too eager
to live
to love
hmmmm....
all those
roses along my path

back home

Thank you, for all the warm regards i have received over the last 2 weeks.
Yesterday early morning, 4.30 am, my sister Tilly drove me to the airport. She looked so beautiful (she always does) but today in her Transavia uniform, because she had to fly to Alicante (yes?).
Everything looks beautiful. Contradictory to my own feelings, not that i was sad, i am peaceful, but don't know how i feel.
We drive on the 8 lane plus, highway, towards a morning star, there is a low fog over the fields we pass. Above the sky is pink, up higher still dark.
The villages are golden lights. Rows of trees point to the sky. Cars zoom by.
It's here i think of writing again, And am making an attempt here.
Thanking you all for thinking of me.

I did meet some blog connections in person. By coincidence, my elementary school friend Anja, was visiting in Holland too. For the first time i met her son Marc, who is a blogger too. I will make here a link with their blogs.

Anja&Marc on mom's balcony.

Boerol

Grandpa

Condor had some doubts if it wanted to take me back to the Yukon, but at the end they did. And i had good trip, home in some 16 hours, along the most direct route, now possible (over the North pole)
I still in doubt, had a beautiful home coming.
My garden most beautifully wild.
When i would name my home, it would be called 'Rose Garden'.
And this is why; for two weeks or so a year, all the wild roses are blooming.
This is the time, pink roses everywhere, the whole yard smells of roses.
It's going to be a sunny day.
How good can it get?
Thank you.

my father

My father died, he was 82.
I am in Holland, staying with my mom, till June 23.

linking

Foto's

Yukon wildflowers

I think i finally figured out how to make a link again.
So, here is the link with Willem's photos,
and i am working on my wildflower blog, come have a look if you want.

Boreal Whiteface

Leucorrhinia borealis

June 9 2009, Takhini Saltflats.

I am working 3 days in town, this week, Yesterday i only stepped off the beaten path for half an hour.
So much to see, so many mosquitoes, I got 2 dozen bites at least, these yucky brown mosquitoes, saw many ducks and shore birds; pintails, ring necked ducks, killdeer.
And around the white mud anthills there where Bluets (dragonflies)flying around, but resting on the them where those beautiful red Skimmers, big guys.

See you! I gotta go, work, yuk.

Tara Sheridan

A few weeks ago Tara made this perfect shot of a cousin of my favorite little roommate.
This one actually has a house of his own on the hill, a house with a lawn.
His cousin is renting our crawl space. Where do your gophers live?