wordsfromanneli

Thoughts, ideas, photos, and stories.


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Lily

This lily looks a bit like a Himalayan lily, or a lily of Nepal (except the Nepal lily has a slight green tinge to the white parts of the petals).

Lovely lily, scent so sweet,

But don’t sniff too close,

Tiny stamens with their feet,

Dab dust on your nose.


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Quail

My name is Quentin, I’m a quail,

As harmless as can be,

I come for breakfast without fail,

Those seeds are all for me.

 

 

I call, “Toh-BACK-oh,” but don’t smoke,

To bring my friends to me,

And when there’s danger, run for broke,

My call of, “CHIP!” means, “Flee!”

 


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Hawk

I think this is a broad-winged hawk. If anyone knows for sure, I’d be interested in your opinion.

I’m sitting on the railing

To scour the place for prey,

Can’t risk my eyesight failing,

Or I won’t eat today.

What’s that? You think I’m lying?

I’ve eaten well today?

Just sitting ’round, not trying?

My beak gave me away?

 

…Oops!

 


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Crossbills

 

With crossing bills, I crack a seed,

The sunflowers are best,

It’s easy for me, there’s no need

To put it to the test.

 

But did you see, my lady fair,

How I hang upside down?

Why don’t you smile then, if you dare?

It isn’t nice to frown.

Oh, now I see the game you play,

As if we’ve never met,

You hardly deign to say good day,

You’re playing hard to get.


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Flowers at the Beach

Today we spent a few hours on a nearby island beach that sees little use because it is only accessible by boat.

I was surprised to see the sandy fields blooming with tiny wildflowers.

I don’t know the names of all these flowers but the blue ones (below) look like tiny violas. I’m sure they have a proper name but I don’t know what it is. The little white flowers on the reddish stems might be saxifraga.

 

But this one I know. It is Oregon grape (berberis aquifolium, or holly-leaved barberry). Those yellow flowers turn into blue berries that look like a cluster of tiny grapes. I’ve read that the berries also have many health benefits, but they should be washed before eating. I’ve never enjoyed eating them raw. They are very tarty, but they make an excellent Oregon grape jelly.

Notice the dry moss all around the flowers. Even the moss has tiny blooms. The island has a rather dry climate so it makes its own unique, messy, but very pretty, flower garden.

More flowers will bloom here in the next weeks. I recognized leaves of lupins, and many other new shoots from various plants coming up from last year’s stock that has gone to seed.

Tiny but precious and ever so frail,

Bravely we bloom though the chill may prevail,

Few eyes will see us, and fewer admire,

We’ll  stand courageously ’til we expire.

 


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Chicken Little’s Sky

When Chicken Little saw this sky, she knew there was trouble ahead, so she squawked her famous lines and said, as you know:

Bok-bok-bok!

The SKY is falling,

And WE must tell the KING!

BoddOCK bok!

Well, who would’ve thunk that a chicken could forecast this dramatic weather phenomenon?!

The very next day, the sky actually DID fall. That big dark cloud fell onto the ground and covered the whole valley.

And then, as Carl Sandburg said:

The fog comes in
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

They say that “No man is an island,” but these fir trees aren’t too sure about that.


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The Frog Prints

I followed the frog prints and found a real frog prince. Now, before we begin, Froggie wants everyone to know … he REALLY is a prince. He just needs a kiss.

(Unfortunately, anyone who has picked him up lately has told him, “KISS you? … I’d rather have a talking frog.”)

Gelatine fingers

Hold on when he lingers,

Racing stripe –  fashion

To show he has passion.

 

In one eager bound

He will leap to the ground,

Hop to obscurity

Quick for security.