Two suburbanite boomers throw caution to the wind, postpone retirement, and move to a farm in Indiana. There they intend to live happily ever after.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Nature Notes: Ice Water
Ice on the water Snow on the hill Remembers the breath of the whippoorwill Remembers the April Remembers May A sudden shower on a summer day
Whales and starfish hearts it fed And garden pools by sunsets red Filled a teacup And a leaf Drowned a baby Bathed a thief
Drifted in clouds on the bright sun's brow Frozen in crystal Timeless For now
I was rummaging through a drawer for a notebook and happened across a really old one full of my scribblings and poetry from about thirty years ago. Apparently, I used to write quite a lot. I had forgotten.
Most of it was the drek you'd expect: self centered, meaning-of-life navel gazing. Even I found Young Me tiresome. But her little rhyme seemed appropriate for the occasion today, so I dusted it off and paired it with a photo from the archives for you.
The image is what happens when ice forms on standing water, then partially melts. The water level falls, then freezes again. Then it melts, the level falls again, and so on. We have seen up to four thin sheets of ice suspended in the air in the weeds like this.
Young Me lived when there was no Internet, no personal computers, no digital cameras. Wonder what she would think of it all.