Monday, September 27, 2010

The Other Side of Our Mountain


I'm on the hunt for Autumn
as my gardens are  
Still Dancin' in the Summer Sun!


But the view from my back porch
 through the plum and the pine boughs tell me
that Autumn is just around the bend from
This Grandmother's Garden.


And if I travel to the other side of our mountain...


Autumn is rockin'!!!


The maples are blushing in reds...


  and the aspens have a hint of the gold
that will soon light the trees on fire.


A few more months will find this scene white with Winter 
as skiers race down the slopes on the Greatest Snow on Earth.


But for now, on this early morning visit,
we find peace in the solitude of the trees.


and beauty...
in the changing of the Season.


Sweet berries for the birds...


and seedheads to delight.


The appearance of a stained glass window 
from my camera's view
 upwards to the delicious blue sky.


An old open window that seems to illicit a distant memory 
and gives invitation  to enter.


The leaves of Autumn... soon to fall.

These scenes were captured on our Saturday visit to
Sundance Resort in the Wasatch mountains at the base of Mount Timpanogos.  
The drive from our home was 35 minutes to see the "other side" of the very mountain
that we are blessed to gaze upon each day as we look up from our gardens.

We limited our visit to Sundance,
but there is so much more to see in our beautiful mountains.

Next week we will take the Alpine Loop 
which begins just 10 minutes from our home and is a premier scenic drive to view the Autumn colors in Utah.

We will stop at Cascade Springs, a boardwalk of nature trails and bridges
that weave through the natural springs and if we are lucky,
we'll see native trout in the crystal clear waters.

Visiting Cascade Springs is a family tradition that began well over 35 years ago.
This year, I'm looking for some grandkids to make the hike with us.  
Wanna come?




Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Grasshopper and the Ant

TWO VERSIONS OF A FABLE 
THAT MAY CAUSE YOU TO PAUSE AND THINK
(or at least give you a chuckle)




AESOP'S VERSION:
One summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to his den.

"Come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, “We can play the fiddle and sing and dance!"

“Oh no,” said the ant.  “Winter is coming.  I am storing up food.  I think you should do the same.”
    
“Oh, I can’t be bothered,” said the grasshopper.  “Winter is a long time off.   There is plenty of food.”   So the grasshopper continued to dance and sing and the ant continued to work.

When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger, while it saw the ants distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew:

It is best to prepare for the days of necessity.





MODERN DAY VERSION (Found circulating the world wide web) :

The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Nancy Pelosi & Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.

Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity & Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.

The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. Obama gets his old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a defamation suit against the ant. The ant loses the case.

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't maintain it.

The ant disappears in the snow.

The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once peaceful neighborhood.

Then all the onlookers knew:
Be careful how you vote. 

Surely there must be a balance 
between caring for those who cannot care for themselves 
and those who would rather sing and dance.




FACTS YOU MAY FIND  INTERESTING 
ABOUT THESE LITTLE CREATURES:
A Grasshopper can leap 20 times the length of its own body.
They have three pairs of legs, all used for walking. The muscular hind legs are also used for jumping and for initiating flight. 

Grasshoppers can see forward, backward & sideways
On the top of its head, there are two "compound eyes." Inside of these eyes are thousands of even tinier eyes that work together to form one large picture in the grasshopper's brain. The grasshopper also has three small single eyes. The grasshopper's eyes allow the insect to see forward, backward and sideways for long distances.

Grasshoppers are voracious feeders.
They can eat approximately one-half of their body weight in green forage per day. At densities of 30 per square yard, grasshoppers will consume all the green forage available and at higher densities they may consume shrubs, woody material, and even paint on buildings.

Most grasshoppers mate in the Fall.
Male grasshoppers sing to attract females for mating and warn off other males. They have a comb-like structure on the hind leg that they rub against a ridge on the wing to make their singing sound. The female then lays the eggs in the ground or in plant tissues.

 Grasshoppers are an important food source.
In some countries, grasshoppers are eaten to add proteins and fats to the daily diet, especially in times of food crisis. They are often used in soup. In some countries in the Middle-east, grasshoppers are boiled in hot water with salt, left in the sun to dry then eaten as snacks. If you do decide to eat grasshoppers, they are very nutritious. For instance, a large grasshopper can have 20.6 grams of protein and a small one can have around 14.3 grams.  If you are thinking about eating a grasshopper, don’t eat a raw one. They need to be cleaned and cooked. If not, you could end up with a tapeworm. Grasshoppers are sometimes coated with chocolate and considered a delicacy.  Yum!

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Dancin' in the Summer Sun!


The endless days of Summer 
will soon fade into Fall...
but oh...
what a glorious Summer it has been 
in 
This Grandmother's Garden!



 Every flower is a window opening into heaven, 
a mirror reflecting the Creator.
                                          - John Muir


Come stroll down my garden path with me...


and together we'll see the kaleidoscope of colors 
that still dance in the waning Summer's sun!



Verbena!
Earth laughs in flowers.
                  - Ralph Waldo Emerson



Delphiniums are a Spring favorite,
but this year they have danced from Spring to Summer
and will still be dancing long into Fall...
until Old Man Winter's frost visits our gardens!



The Black-eyed Susan's were welcome guests this year. 
They surely came from dormant seeds sprouting in the soil from several summers past
when they filled my gardens borders. How they stole the show!
Lovely as they were then, I pulled them to allow other blossoms to thrive.
They may stay for another season as long as they keep their place.
I do love Black-eyed Susans!

Indulge me as a sweet memory fills my mind:

A tall, handsome and very sweet young man stood at my door step many years ago holding a bouquet of Black-eyed Susan's in his hands.  My heart smiled as I realized he had visited the house down the street. The house was overgrown with Black-eyed Susans, the blossoms filled the yard where grass once was.  It was said that a little old woman lived there but one rarely saw her and rumors abounded about who she was. Many thought she might be a witch who lived there all alone and if you dared to step in her gardens, she would cast a spell upon you.  She was a rather cautious old soul, no doubt because of the silly pranks neighbors would pull, ringing her doorbell and running away in an effort to make her come out of her house. At least these were the rumors that flew. 

I happened to love her flowers and would walk slowly past her house each morning on my way to campus. Sometimes I would see her peeking out at me from behind the curtains, her long beautiful gray hair falling down around her nightgown. I wondered who she was and why she never came out into her garden. As I saw her watching me I would always smile hoping to catch her eyes. 

Now here stood this young man before me, on my porch, flowers in hand and a tender smile on his lips as he offered the bouquet to me. I quickly expressed my concern that he had stepped into her yard and picked them without asking... not so much with worry that a spell might be cast upon him, as concern that he had stolen this little woman's flowers, a little woman I had grown quite fond of.  He quickly assured me that he had knocked on her door and politely asked the little woman  if he could pick a bouquet of flowers for his Sweetheart.  My heart instantly melted.  Though we had only been dating for a short time, I knew in my heart that such kindness would be mine forever!  That sweet "young" man has been my husband for over 35 years... and going on forever!   


The little old woman, she soon became my friend and often as I walked past her house, there she would be, sweeping her porch and waiting to greet me with a smile.

Yes, the Black-eyed Susans can stay in my garden.



Anything blue always catches my eye,
but Lobelia will forever hold place in my gardens and in my heart!



Zinnias!
Always a favorite in This Grandmother's Garden...

and Profusion Zinnias are the perfect size for my colorful summer pots.



In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
                                       - Aristotle

My 'So Dear to My Heart' Rose Garden has brought smiles 
and sweet memories of my many children,
now mostly grown, and some so far away.
What joy a walk down this garden path brings!
Every rose is budding and blooming again with delight...
now that the weather has turned cooler.




Flowers always make people happier, 
they are sunshine to the soul.
                                - Luther Burbank



Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
                                - Theodore Roethke

Apple Blossom Knockout Rose,
a sweet pink for dark corners.



Beloved Geranium, every year a new variety to choose.



All gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so.
                         - Joseph Joubert


My soul rejoices as I garden. 
I feel the warmth of the sun, 
 see the beauty of the blossoms and trees 
and delight in the sweet song of the birds.

Emerson's words could well be my own:
 When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows 
and look out upon the beautiful world, 
I thank God I am alive.
                                - Ralph Waldo Emerson


I'm feeling that gratitude on this glorious Summer day.
There is sunshine in my soul, 
and my feet are dancin' in the Summer sun! 

Summer will soon come to an end 
but Autumn joy is just a hop, skip and a jump away!


The Amen of Nature is always a flower.
                        - Oliver Wendell Holmes

My sweet daisies are re-blooming!

Friday, September 17, 2010

Morning Whispers...


The morning view from my garden porch whispers...

"The season's a changing."


Morning Sky


and minutes later as the sun illuminates the sky...
I can see why.

Lone Peak with First Hint of Autumn







Find the time to look around you today...
the view may inspire you!

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

A Melodrama


An Early Morning Bath
 A Melodrama 

Starring Pretty Lady Finch
with Honey Finch as her co-star

Alas, it has been such a long journey...
I must find a place for a cool, soothing bath.



 
Oh my! There's a grand bathing spot...
I'm so there! 



Fresh, cool, clear running water... divine!



...anyone peeking?



 
Jump right in!



Splish -Splash, I'm taking a bath!



Ahh, this is so divine.



Hush! 
I hear someone calling... who could that be?



 I'm over here, Honey!



 
I mean really!
Can't a girl have a few minutes to herself 
without her guy worrying about her?



Just let me dry off  a bit, dear.



Absolutely love this place!
Think I have time to paint my nails?



 
What's taking that woman so long?



Where did she go?



Hey Sweetie! Where are you!



I'm here dear! In the bush. 
A girl's got to have a little privacy, you know.



 
Nice place to cool off your feet, Hun!



You're looking mighty fine, Pretty Lady!
Let's go find lunch.


THE END


Roll the credits, please....

Many thanks to my old point and shoot camera (the only one I had at the time)
that took the water pics through the kitchen window. 
(My new camera can't do that without focusing on the water spots on the window. 
At least I haven't figured it out yet. Where's that manual?)
And to my lovely daughters who would shout, "The yellow birds are back!" whenever they would see them.  At which point I would make the fast dash to find the camera
and attempt to get to the window before they were gone.
(I wasn't always successful.)

And to the stunning stars:
This little Golden Finch couple arrived in the Springtime on their way to somewhere.
We've never seen this little bird in our gardens before
and much to our dismay, they only stayed a few weeks.
We wish they could have stayed for the entire summer.
It was such a delight to watch them as they made themselves at home in our gardens.
They were a devoted little couple and were never seen far apart from each other.
♥ 
We're watching for them to pass through again, perhaps on their way back home.
We're not even certain that they are Golden Finch...
that's our best guess after doing a little research.
Does anyone have a better guess?