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let's hang out together said the rocks to the trees

we will just stand here beside you the trees replied if that's okay

and it was

Now, every day
The trees and the rocks
Swing and play
When the breeze moves them
Each in their own way

Tea Leaf Reader Lady

Late last month, Linda, Sue and I, friends and neighbors for over forty years, visited Perennial Pleasures Tea Room and Gardens, East Hardwick, Vermont...but we regret not having had a conversation with the Tea Leaf Reader Lady... Maybe next time.

I remember her beautiful, peaceful karma while sitting under the full bloom Crab Apple tree. She never moved except to give Linda a tea pouring lesson! She must have been privy to our girl-chatter. Probably dying to read our leaves!


She was dressed in a bright yellow chemise with a bright blue aloha skirt. 
Her beads, multicolored. 
Her long graying hair tumbled over her shoulders. 
Mystical.





The Beaver Dam





Sal  loaded up her Rhino with paint, paper, and  palette and moved her studio down to the beaver dam.   By the time I walked down to join her, she had already completed the watercolor above.

Beaver dams are a natural disturbance that create a new wetland community and in certain areas are welcomed for the diversity of plants and wildlife that accompany the changes they bring.  The snags, hummocks, partly submerged logs and water create a diverse habitat for many creatures.  



It is a site that is constantly changing.  This year the beavers are back at the original site that we remember and have built a very large house.  Joe-Pye-Weed is in full bloom now and blends with the plumes of Goldenrod --both native species.   What  a beautiful place to be on this high summer afternoon.  

Elementary Blue and Yellow = Green

After a long winter, hope springs eternal in shades of blue and yellow.



A Yearling

Jul. 26, 2015    The morning fog was just beginning to rise when a young buck appeared on our lawn.  When my camera lens brought him into focus, I could see the velvet on his antlers- better known as  "spike horns."   There are two round buttons at the top of his spikes and his eyes are soft and wondering.  He is foraging for the small sour apples that have fallen from the tree.