Thursday, October 25, 2007

Taming the Leaves


They're doing it again:
Taming the leaves.
Trying with rakes
and leaf blowers
to tidy nature.

But I prefer the mess.
In autumn's dry day
they have their glory.
Perfect papery shapes;
everywhere, flashes and sparks.

My leaf crusade is strong this autumn,
perfection beckoning,
color catching my eye.
I think of writing letters
on their smooth brown skin.
I think of giving them as gifts,
("Here, have this leaf,
and don't forget to smell it.")

I'm running but a leaf makes me stop
because it looks like leather.
And upon sniffing,
it's the smell of earth and maple and life-
Do the tamers stop to sniff?

I preserve them under heavy books
to be flattened and to dry,
forgetting
that in the taking...
I'm taming them myself.

Still...
it's an afterlife
better than grey mush,
depressed and clogging the drains.
I'm not loud
like a leaf blower,
and I'm not killing them
like milk murders wheaties.

Selected carefully,
compulsively,
they travel home;
innocent,
crisp,
bright colors like fine art
in my hands.

Their destiny? Simple.
Inspiration
on a colorless winter day.

-Me, 2000
(ending modified 2007)

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Fall Bliss


The past two days have been beautiful.

Fall at its finest.
We just HAD to get out into that air. We hit our favorite park, which we call The Blue Heron Park for the blue heron we spot there sometimes. The light was perfect, the air was fresh, the kids got to galavant and pick up sticks that looked like Y's and pedal their trikes like maniacs. All was well with the world. Those moments you've got to grab and run with.

Monday, October 08, 2007

Uh, Just a Little Veklempt


As parents we teach our children by example. They inevitably absorb so much of who we are. It's reason enough to set the bar high, to do lofty things, things they can someday aspire to do too, noble, amazing, wonderful things.

Yesterday, my husband ran the Portland Marathon. It's a huge feat for so many reasons, but one of the coolest things about it is that he set an example for our kids. They believe themselves to be like their dad, so they will believe that they can do things like this too. He ran a marathon and planted little seeds in their minds about what felt good and what was possible.

There was that and there was the experience of knowing a participant. Being amongst all the silver space blanket clad finishers was electric. Downtown the girls and I found a clearing along the race and watched, amazed as runner after runner went by. They were young and old, big and small, tentative in their movements and steady. It was a windy day, there were plastic garbage bags circling in the air above us, giving the air a mystique and filling us with a thrill. We waited and craned necks until here he came, past the opera music's crescendo, clad in navy blue and looking great. Seeing him made me whimper a little, thick in the throat and teary. Emotion crossed his face and he stopped and kissed me and bent down and hugged and kissed the girls. Oh, what a wonderful moment. Afterwards he gave his medal to the Jooge, his sapling to Avery, his rose to me.

I will never forget that day. Our proud hearts, the awe we felt watching him accomplish his first marathon bolstered us as a family. Thank you for doing something so ambitious in front of us, for setting an incredible example. I love you!

I Haven't Forgotten About Bub


Miss Avery hasn't been featured here much lately so here are some of the things she's been up to lately. Lemmie tell ya, this two and a half year old knows how to par tay.
This is her (sitting glued to my side) on a horse drawn carriage ride during a recent trip to Salem. I mean if you're going to roll, a horse drawn carriage is the way to go, dog.
And if you're as curious as she is, what better thing to do than investigate a mysterious tunnel at Enchanted Forest. Wow. Times have changed since that place came to be. Many a dark tunnel to twist one's ankle in, many a freaky display, but all in all, so glad it's still standing, for I too went there as a wee one and remember it still as magical.

One of Avery's favorite things to do is go camping. We have a trip planned for this weekend and she asks about it nearly 500 times a day. Let's hope that highly anticipated event doesn't get rained out......

And yet, travelling to a destination is not required for a good time for Avery. NO siree, Bob. She's just as happy picking up pom poms with a lint remover. OR, when mommy isn't looking, disrobing and filling the sink with warm water so she can climb in for some fun.

Now Lola?


Julia (ehm, I mean, Laura) should really be called Lola because she has started speaking with a very distinguised British accent, just like Lola on Charlie and Lola. We watched this show very regularly for a long time, and only recently have seen just a few episodes, so I'm assuming she's imitating Lola though I can't be sure. I wish you could hear it, you'd be amazed at how she's grasped the nuances. Every "OO" sound is more like a "OOR." Incredible. One day she is going to be an actress, donning roles right and left, a prairie girl one day, cartoon character the next.......