hunter out searching
buck enjoys hunter’s back yard
and hides in plain sight.
Maple Blaze
summer warmth departs
maple retreats in a blaze
time to hunker down
Porcupine’s Dilemma
friendship is fleeting
prickly personality
makes love difficult
Golden-Crowned Sparrow
November is haiku month for me.
smooth and unruffled
he contemplates his safety
competing for seeds
The Royston Wrecks
In the late 1930s, in Comox Bay on Vancouver Island, near the town of Royston, it seems that a breakwater was needed to help prevent rough waters from breaking up log booms before they could be towed to market.
About fourteen decommissioned boats of various kinds were scuttled in a line to form a breakwater to protect the shoreline from the worst of the sloshing waves.
Now, about 100 years later, pieces of a few of the wrecks still remain.
But it is only a matter of time before the saltwater and southeast winds will rust and break up the last of the wrecks.
Meanwhile, they are a bit of a landmark (or seamark), fondly called:
“The Royston Wrecks”
We were not always carcasses of rust,
But fine in form, yet seaworthy, robust;
Our time had come, our breakup loomed ahead,
They dragged us to the beach to rot instead.
At least our strength allowed us to reclaim
Some semblance of our pride and long-term fame.
Though battered by the sea from time to time,
Our rusting hulls and decks beset by slime,
We rested firmly on the bar to break
The might of stormy waves that tried to shake
Us loose from settling on the rocky floor,
Where we regained our usefulness once more.
A hundred years, we sheltered yonder beach
And proudly kept the onslaught out of reach.
Jabberwocky
Who lives under that log?
With Halloween just days away, I had a thought about dressing up as a Jabberwock with jaws that bite and claws that catch. I’m studying to speak the Jabberwock language for that special night. I can read it, but I can only guess at its meaning. How about you? Does it makes sense to you?
But if you consider the author of this crazy Jabberwocky, you might better understand why it’s a bit loony, and that he may have indulged in something illegal and mind-enhancing. Lewis Carroll, of Alice in Wonderland fame, had a great imagination.
Jabberwocky
by Lewis Carroll
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought–
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
When You Are Old
I‘ve always liked this poem by William Butler Yeats, but until today, I knew very little about the author. Having now read a summary of his life, it changed the meaning of the poem for me (not my positive feelings about it), and I’ve decided not to offer my opinion here until I hear what you, my readers, think about this poem.
When You Are Old
by William Butler Yeats
When you are old and gray and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.
And bending down beside the glowing bars
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
Dwindling
Not so many years ago the Comox Glacier, on Vancouver Island, had ice and snow all year round, especially on the plateau part of the landscape. I think this photo might have been taken about five years ago. It may have been early spring or late fall, but it had a good layer of ice all year.
Every year, there was less snow, even in the winter. I took the blurry photo below from the side of the road just a few days ago, using my cell phone. I didn’t care so much that it wasn’t a sharp photo. My point was made when I saw the lack of snow and ice. This is the least ice I have ever seen on the Comox Glacier. Soon this icon of the Comox Valley could be completely gone. Since I took that picture, a tiny skiff of snow has dropped on the tops of the hills, but that won’t make any difference to the huge loss of the glacier.
Our climate is definitely changing.
Do you see any signs of our changing climate where you live?
Bath Time
Sooty, the fox sparrow, is overjoyed to find a bathtub, even as the fall weather cools down.
“Feels so good to cool my heels.”
“Maybe a little splash under the armpits will freshen me up.”
Then he spies something.
“A-a-a-a-k-k-k-k! What dirty birdy pooped in the pool?”
“Oh, deardeardear! I hope I didn’t get any on me!”
“Only one thing to do. Time for a vigorous showery birdbath and hope nothing sticks.”
“What are YOU looking at? Did you have a shower today? Don’t talk to me if you’re not clean.”
Plum (or Apple) Crumble Squares
When I had an overabundance of plums this year, I had a lot of work to do to wash and pit them and freeze them in ziplocs. But the time has come to start turning them into plum desserts, a reward for my hard work. I cut the plums open so the two sides are like wings joined in the middle. Then I can open them up to put on the bottom crust of the dessert.
Be warned – this is an “about” recipe. You’ll figure out what works for you.
This dessert is easy to make, especially if you have a food processor.
- Put about a cup and a half of flour in the food processor with a quarter cup of white sugar and about 3/4 cup of butter. Pulse the mixture until it is crumbly as you would do if you were making a pie. BUT, we’re not going to add liquid to make a pie dough.
- At this point I add about half a cup of rolled oats (optional) to the mixture and just stir it in so the food processor doesn’t turn the oats into flour.
- Then pour about 3/4 of the crumbly mixture into the bottom of a baking dish. I like to use my rectangular one. Spread the crumbly mixture into the dish and press it down with your hand to make a tightly packed “crust.” No need to butter the pan because there is plenty of butter in the crumble mix.
- Take the thawed (or fresh if you have them) plums and place them skin-side down on the crust, covering it completely with one layer of plums. By putting the plums skin-side down, the plum juice doesn’t soak into the crust and make it mushy.
- Once the plums are in place, sprinkle them with cinnamon and a light sprinkle of brown sugar. Then sprinkle the last quarter of the crumble on top of the plums. At this point I like to put some large sprouted oat flakes on top to give them a bit of crunch, but it works fine with regular oat flakes too.
- I use my mini oven to bake the plum crumble, but it works very well in the big oven too. 350 degrees for about 35 to 40 minutes. You can tell it’s done when the topping is golden brown and the plum juice is bubbling around the edges.
Let it cool a bit and then cut it into pieces of whatever size you like. If there is any left, you can freeze it and take out pieces any time you want, to thaw in the microwave.
The plum crumble is good with or without ice cream or whipping cream, but a cup of tea or coffee is perfect with it.
This crumble also works well with apple cut into slices. I suppose you could try it with all sorts of fruit. That would be interesting to experiment with. Pears would be good, maybe substituting powdered ginger for the cinnamon.
I hope you try it and enjoy it.
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