Forlorn

I grew up in San Diego. My bones, my very cells are trained to live in a perfect climate, with very little temperature change, and where seasons are nearly undetectable.

I have lived in Washington state for more than 40 years now and as much as I adore the natural beauty of the Northwest in all its weather phases, I still grieve, deeply, as we move into Winter. I know there is beauty and purpose in the dark months, but I will never like the cold.

Is there anything more pitiful than the very last one of the year!!

20161111_15300020161104_135026img_7930img_7919

20161021_145711

These were all taken in the last week or so…depressing to see all the final blossoms on each plant…

But here are the ones that really get to me.

img_7887img_7750

sigh………….the very last apples on 30 trees! I can feel the S.A.D. creeping in…

Oh wait. This morning I spotted THIS!!

img_7897

You gotta love an undefeatable Primrose!!!

OK, tomorrow, something more uplifting, I promise!

ChosenPerspectives on Chaos for WPC

Chaos

img_7859

Up close sometimes, I can’t see anything but Chaos

 

img_7857

But given a little distance, I can see some order

img_7860

And from the new perspective, even beauty…

img_7861img_7863

This complicated magnificance was not visible when covered by Spring and Summer foliage.

I had to wait it out to see the full picture…

Song Lyric Sunday 10-9-16

https://helenespinosa.wordpress.com/2016/10/08/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-10916/

 

Landslide by the Dixie Chicks

The theme for today, Nature, instantly made me think of the song Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, but when I looked it up, I found this version by the Dixie Chicks. I chose this video because of all the strange and beautiful images…the house with deep roots (for Helen), all the water (given our WordPress Photo Challenge for H2O this week) and what can more clearly represent Nature than a lovely pregnant woman!?

Nobody sings it quite like Stevie but this is a terrific cover.

Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
I took my love and I took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life
Uh uh, uh uh, uh uh, oh
Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
And I’m getting older too
Well
Well, I’ve been afraid of changin’
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
And I’m getting older too
Well, I’m getting older too
So take this love and take it down
Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and you turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well, the landslide brought it down
And if you see my reflection in the snow-covered hills
Well maybe, well maybe, well maybe
A landslide will bring you down
Songwriters: Stevie Nicks
Landslide lyrics © Domino Publishing Company

Tree-Daily Prompt from ChosenPerspectives 10-5-16

Here she is, on the far left. She was one of only two big trees the builder saved when he tore down the oldest cottage in our area to build a mini-mansion.

27-memories-of-better-daysHe stripped her body of all her lower limbs, I suppose to enhance the house value by giving the new owners more of a view.

 

1-moonrise-ottingers-treeHere’s what I could see on Full Moon nights….through her branches.

 

2-sunrise-ottingerstree

This was my sunrise view each morning. She towered into those pink skies.

 

2-21-11-042Then one morning, I heard an awful sound, terrifyingly familiar….There was no warning. Just that terrible roar at 7 AM, on the morning of her murder.

 

I ran across our adjoining yards to say Good-bye. I had known her for over 40 years. My son had grown up in her shade. They wouldn’t let me near her.

 

2-21-11a-017It took hours to kill her. I couldn’t watch very much of it but I would return to my window and take a picture now and then…and tell her she was not alone.

 

11a-final-cutThe final Cut………

 

14-piled-on-the-hearseHauling off her parts, in a tree Hearse….

 

16-the-funeralHer decimated stump….

 

17-still-bleedingStill oozing her life’s blood……….

 

18-she-was-an-ancient-beautyHer perfume still powerful, all the way across the two yards and into my house….

 

21-her-perfume-still-potentHer ancient skin…cast aside, in broken chunks……….

 

20-beautiful-skin

But her breath-taking beauty…undeniable!

 

24-all-thats-left-of-herAll that’s left of her. We grieved for months.

 

img_7483Now, at sunrise, I can stilllook over at her Sister, spared the tragic fate imposed by the hungry builder.

 

img_7168

And the new owners have made the yard around her grave, a lovely spot for all to enjoy.

Tree