Nature
The Singing of Summer
The tweeting of a bird....no, not that blue icon for the platform geared and driven by hate, racism, and fake news. The bird is found in the forest, high above the world in the mountains, high up in the trees of strong and glorious pines or soft and swaying maples. Lilacs and daisies prance their dance and sing with the bird ever so softly as the movements of the wind bring to them a sound of pure joy and ecstasy. Such peaceful bliss I find in the summertime mountains. Such resounding and infinite bliss, such erotic spiritual awakening I find within myself, pleasuring not my flesh but the very core of my soul. Published are the works of many a great poet, storyteller, artist, musician but the greatest song to never be recorded in it's full beauty is truly the song that nature sings as winter fades, spring germinates the seeds of life, and summer resurrects the dead hope that we have lost in the cold months before. The song of the bird starts this melody and begins the great concerto of summer, but it is only the opening voice of this sweet lyrical hymn of Summer.
The Pounce
As the sun shone on the grasslands and warmed the treeless ground, an ocelot crouched in the tall grass. He moved his paws through the closely clumped-together blades, trying to touch the ground as quietly as possible. He couldn't afford to make even the quietest of sounds. He had a target to pin to the ground and there was no chance he was going to let it get away under his watch. He had promised himself he was going to practice stalking and get better at hunting on his own to prove to himself that he could do it, and he would be as quiet as it took to make that happen. To minimize the rustling of the grass, he used the pads of his paws, moving forward as slowly as he possibly could. He kept his gaze straight ahead of him, his eyes focused on his primary objective and his head completely stationary. He wasn't going to break his concentration under any circumstances. He was going to get this right.
Jamie LammersPublished 3 years ago in EarthAn evening with a true Seaholic đŸ
Last November, soon saying goodbye to the lockdown, I wanted to breathe some fresh air. The place to think which has the power to soothe me, just listening and observing its beauty was THE SEA. I think this connection comes from my childhood as I was born and raised in a beautiful village by the sea in Sri Lanka. The sea was a friend of mine who knew the art of refreshing my mind and soul. Yes I'm a seaholic.
Lankani CroosPublished 3 years ago in EarthThe Hawk Moth
A Hawk moth first appeared on my living room window one evening last year in the spring time. The following morning I noticed another sitting on the window of my car. I had to lift him off with gentle coercion onto my hand but again the next morning another was sitting again on the window of my car. I had never seen anything like it before.
Kassandra CoghlanPublished 3 years ago in EarthFIRE ANT
I was sitting alone as usual, contemplating the flow of water by the scenic campus waterfront and the flow of existence itself, when a "friend" joined me. That friend was no ordinary friend, that friend was the FIRE ANT, friend extraordinary, worker of the highest caliber!
Church Flowers
As we pasted the craft paper to the sides of the milk carton I knew my mother would love the hand made craft of propagated Marigold seeds. They were petite yellow French marigolds, as I would discover some time later in life. These small flowers quickly outgrew the carton and my mother planted them outside by the sidewalk. They died out and created seed pods which my mother took and planted the next season. Mom has gone on now and I have been to her grave site, out of state, and planted marigolds right there. Planting flowers has since become a hobby and a great love of mine. I grow 50 to 200 individual plants on my front porch every year and even more in my yard. I grow everything from daisies to roses to lilies. I have grown Foxglove, columbine, lambs ear, crown of thorns, cactus, and various succulents just to name a few.
Michael R BraggPublished 3 years ago in EarthCloning Without a Brain
How often do you think about jellyfish? If your answer isnât âeverydayâ, you might need to make some adjustments in your life.
Four Hungry Mouths!
Four Hungry Mouths! Living on a forested acreage for the past forty years has given me numerous opportunities to observe the quiet and sometimes noisy aspects of Nature! Since the arrival of the global pandemic restricting forays âawayâ, I have been delighted even more with a front row seat as the seasons cycle past. This Spring in particular, each intricate detail of every blossom amazed me. Watching the silent unfolding of buds into such glorious blooms is indeed a thrill to witness. But the living creatures that frequent my line of vision draw me outdoors every day. Because our trees offer safety, privacy, and an abundance of food, our lands have become home to squirrels, raccoons, coyotes, skunks, rabbitsâand just hundreds of birds.
Maryalice WoodPublished 3 years ago in EarthOn The Back of The Big Trunk
We were riding forwards on a golden hunt. Towards a point in the African bush two hours from Johannesburg. It was the summer of two thousand and fourteen. My son pictured above had just won two grand. Designing a space logo for a ship circling planet earth had been his task at hand. We had to get out of the city of London. Dad was stuck in a weird kind of rut. Burying a dead soul who was never really alive while living poor thing. Just another swing in a mans song. We took off after flipping a coin heads or tails. Heads landed it was Africa, tails was Japan. The coin landed heads up.
Black Dog ProductionsPublished 3 years ago in EarthWisconsin Warrior Brood XIII
Iâm a hobby nature photographer and my specialty is my own backyard. I live in Wisconsin and itâs normal to capture a great photo. My past photos include deer, birds, squirrels and bugs. My most exotic sighting was a snow owl one wintry day but I didnât get it on film.
Diana HayesPublished 3 years ago in EarthBold, Brawling Baboons
The wonder that is the Serengeti is something not easily described with words, or even through pictures. When I returned home and attempted to convey my experiences, the closest I came to explaining it was that it feels as if the beginning and the end of the world is there. Every colour, sound, and texture in existence seems to coalesce in that great expanse of land.
Instructions to Save a Houseplant with Root Decay
You know how people say, I hope you like dogs or cats, before visiting their home? Likewise, before you go to many houseplant loverâs homes, you need to say, âI trust you like plantsâ. Since people have a ton of green buddiesâinside and out, also, they love them all!
rachael everlyPublished 3 years ago in Earth