Wednesday, April 9, 2014

A New Endeavor!

Self Portrait by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
 O' Dear Zingertalers,  I am so very excited to pollinate!!

The hive is all set up and ready to receive its Queen, and worker bees.  I expect they shall arrive at the end of April, fingers crossed.  So, in the meantime, I shall leave you with some wise words of William Shakespeare from The Tempest Act V....
Ariel:
Where the bee sucks, there suck I
In a cowslip's bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry,
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily;
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Stay abuzz for more bee-ful ventures very soonishly!

Ana

Friday, April 4, 2014

April, 4th 2014

photo by anastasia traina ~ 2014 ~
The floral remains of the hydrangea tree stand still,
while innocent spiders make hay in the fallow garden.
Even though the sweet breath of spring gently beseeches her to wake,
she serenely remains still, listening to the blithe chattering of the snowdrops,
remembering all that the springtime will bring.

When a bemused vole sprouts out of his rather long and zigzagging labyrinth, lost…
He twitches his nose in the crocus scented air, first to the left, and then to right.
Perchance, he snuffles a budding blueberry bush and decides, perhaps, he is in the perfect place, after all.

Meanwhile, Master Bluejay towering from his crusty old pear tree perch does not like this one bit, and so he plots…


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Tiny Cautionary Tale of Nicolas Ivan!

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

The fisherman learns the unspoken word from his feathered friends,
of what the weather will be when out on the salty waters, he comprehends…
If a flock of gulls following a trawler suddenly makes for the shore
it is time to bring the boat in, and perhaps, go to the haberdashery store,
or finally read that dusty old book on the Peloponnesian War.

Alas, poor fisherman Nicolas Ivan did not listen.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

The Divine Conch

Graphite drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
JUST SOME ODDS AND ENDS...It has been said that the sound of the conch can drive away the evil spirits, however, the blowing of the conch needs a tremendous amount power and respiratory capacity.  Hence, blowing it daily helps keep the lungs very healthy.

Also, in some Afro-Caribbean and African-American cemeteries, conch shells are placed on graves.

They can also be used as a token to determine whose turn it is to make the tea. The tea maker symbolically hands over the conch to the person who will be the next to put the kettle on.

In the story of Dhruva, the divine conch plays a special part. The warriors of ancient India blew conch shells to announce battle, as is described in the beginning of the war of Kurukshetra, in the Mahabharata.

The god of preservation,  Vishnu is said to hold a special conch, Panchajanya, that represents life, as it has come out of life-giving waters.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

She Sells Seashells...

Graphite drawing by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
Beware of the girl who sells seashells by the seashore.
The shells she sells will surely give you the shipping fever spore.

Also, if you see the gal that sells shells on the seashore, look out for her golden retriever,
For he is sure to give you rocky mountain spotted fever.

So... if you don't want to buy the shells she sells
perhaps, you are a hypochondriac! 

Saturday, March 22, 2014

The Budding Twig...

Pen and Ink by Ana Traina ~ 2014 ~
 giggled at the side-splitting March wind,
and whoosh went all the fledgling pips!

Now, this is not particularly a cautionary tale,
however...




Friday, March 21, 2014

One Day...

Pen and Ink by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014~
I will sit upon this sturdy rock
and overhear the candied chantey of the little Song Thrush.
Then, all at once, I shall shout out with much mirth and merriment--
"O' let the March nesting begin!!"

Well... perhaps, just perhaps, today is that one day.