Monday, May 19, 2014

The Poet's Path...

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~

Needed this today!

"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. "

Thank you ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson ~


Sunday, May 18, 2014

Spring Opus # 4

photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
All at once there were
dandelions, violets, and tulips
loudly playing Spring Opus #4
as the honey bees
waltzed in the wind.

I clumsily tried to follow
their freewheeling sway.
Shamelessly, I twirled myself
senseless.

Opening my heart
once again to the unimagined,
and this time I didn’t even
trip on the trumpet vines’
cloaked heart.

Friday, May 2, 2014

A Brief Note from the Empty Nest Society!

Photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
Yesterday, in spite of the fact that the sun was shinning I was  very low, indeed.  I could not shake the weary feeling of melancholia...I was mainly thinking of my son and only child, Liam, and how in just a few days he would be 19 years old, and how for the first time, I would not be with him on his actual birthday to share what I always considered our day. This, and numerous other events that had happened yesterday made me feel like so many things were out of my control. They were beyond my control, and that's normally, ok, but for some odd reason, not yesterday. This all probably sounds silly and ridiculous, but, nevertheless, it was what I was feeling. So, I went about doing what I do best in the springtime when I am feeling gloomy and woebegone. I dig. (Like when I was a child and believed I could run away from all the chaos by digging a hole to China in the little patch of wood by my house.) So, I dug in my garden with tears trickling down my cheeks, I ruthlessly plucked weeds, and I sadly sowed seeds.

And like so long ago, it helped me. After I planted some mammoth sunflowers that I had started from seed, three Lavender-Pinnata plants, and one Louise Rowe Clematis, the anxious feelings quieted down to just a faint babbling in the back of my mind.  

Feeling a bit better, I went on to feeding my bees and taking a few photos...that is when the tables started to turn, I saw for the first time since acquiring my hive a little worker honey bee returning with her hind legs full of pollen. It was all that it should be, a royally bright and caring yellow! This was indeed a tiny miracle to behold. All seemed right in the wondrous land of Queen Ruth Buzzy's Beedom.

Now, I was actually feeling like I had a small skip to my walk. So, I headed over to my weeping cherry in search of any buds that might have sprung after the rains, there were none.  However, I did discovered a rather large nest in the top center branches of the tree. Wondering if it was also empty, I stood on my tippy-toes, reaching as high as I could, and blindly took the picture you see above. Needless to say, this snug, cozy and full nest was not what I expected to see... O' but what a wondrous surprise it was...

My thoughts were enchantingly being transported! What a beautiful day it was turning out to be as the skies opened up, and I stood caught in a sun shower! Yes, indeed, I was looking at things all wrong. I was looking at my nest as forever empty instead of as forever full, with loving and o' so tender intertwining straw memories of what was... and the magical blue eggs of promise of what is yet to be.






Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Ring Around the Fairies...

photo by Anastasia Traina ~ 2014 ~
A pocket full of moon-cherries
Stardust, stardust
We can all taste the realm of possibilities!

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.