Showing posts with label mother nature. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

My Photographic Eye VI: Trees and Leaves

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Trees & Leaves
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Photography can be its own form of meditation. -Ansel Adams





Everything has beauty
but not everyone sees it. -Confucius

                     














We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorous and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent and intimate hours. -Marcel Proust




Sunday, December 4, 2011

How Flowers Got Their Colors (A 4-Part Myth)

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Scene 4:Mother Nature’s Place


Sweet William felt more than a bit nervous clinging to Maggie, the magpie’s feathers as she rode the air currents. He thought about what had happened to keep his mind off the fact that he was perched on the back of a bird flying high in the sky.

It had started with Rufus spotting his homeboy, Melvin, and hailing him. Coincidentally, Melvin and his three friends had just been over to see Mother Nature about an important item of business and were on their way back home. Rufus and Melvin had jived around telling some tall tales, laughing, and wing-slapping, and before anybody knew it, the magpies had volunteered to help the bedraggled little flowers and their three companions. Next thing, Sweet William knew, each of the flowers had mounted on one of the magpies’ backs, and now they were all headed to Mother Nature’s place. He was riding on the back of Maggie, the Magpie.

William looked over his left shoulder at Lavender. She clutched the neck of her magpie, Peter, looking like she was going to faint. “Eeeehh!” She screeched, roiling from one side to the other like some drunken who knows what. She’d been screeching since the magpies had taken wing. Sweet William pursed his delicate lips and grunted in disgust. Some folk just don’t have any dignity, he said to himself.

On the other hand, Tiger Lily, up ahead, appeared to be having the time of her life riding on the back of Melvin. On William’s right, Impatiens was yakking it up to his magpie, Minerva, and to Rufus who was flying close enough to hear him. Bessie Mae and Heather brought up the rear of the strange-looking caravan. It wasn’t long before the magpies began to glide downwards, coming in for a landing.



Below, the tops of trees growing on the sides and at the foot of the mountain appeared to Sweet William to be getting closer and closer. Lavender’s screech had now become an all out scream. Sweet William closed his eyes. He didn’t want to see the landing and he wished with all his heart that Lavender would shut up. He took a big breath and held on for dear life.



Suddenly, two things happened: Sweet William felt a jolt and Lavender stopped screaming. He opened his eyes to find that Rufus was hovering inches away from his eyes.

“You okay, little man?” Rufus asked.

“Watch out who you call ‘little,’ mister!” William snapped and climbed, with as much dignity as he could muster, down from his magpie’s back. “Thanks for the ride.”

“My pleasure,” said Maggie the Magpie, and spread her wings, gliding upwards.

The glade they had landed in was thickly forested. The other magpies gently landed and let their flower passengers slide to the ground. Rufus and Melvin said their goodbyes while the flowers looked around. Yards away, there was a laughing, bubbling pond filled with lily pads.

There was a brown-skinned woman robed in a blue standing at the edge of a lilypond. She splashed water on her hair, body and face. Droplets hung from the black thicket of curls framing her face.


“That must be Mother Nature,” said Impatiens. “Let’s go.” He started forward the others fell in behind him.

“I think we might want to wait,” said Heather Honeybee. “She’s busy right now.”

“Forget that. Let’s find out what she can do to help us,” said Rufus.

Bessie Mae added: “I agree with Rufus and Impatiens. We’ve come a very long way. We ought to get on with it.” They started toward the river where the woman was.

A peacock and a multi-colored tree frog rushed up to confront the party as they drew near Mother Nature.



Peacock waddled in front of them and stopped, then spread his feathers to signify that the party was to go no further.“This is private sanctuary for Mother Nature,” he announced. “She does not receive here.”

“It’s time for her spa soak now,” croaked Frog. “Every evening, she takes a spa soak here.”

Peacock threw Frog a nasty look for trying to take over his job. “This is her time to relax and rebalance. Very important for her … maintaining serenity and harmony. It’s in all our best interests that Mother Nature stay balanced and serene, don’t you agree? Nasty things could happen if she doesn’t, you know. Therefore, she must not be interrupted.” Peacock turned his backside to them in dismissal.


“You’ll have to go,” croaked Frog.

“But, but… we’ve come such a long, long way to see her,” cried Lavender in a very shrill and annoying voice.

Mother Nature was listening. “Let them come,” she told Peacock and splashed her way out of the lilypads back to the river bank.

“As you say, Mother,” Peacock said, bowing. “A small group of flowers, a bee, a butterfly, and a hummingbird are here to see you, madam.”

She turned to the peacock. “Stop putting on airs, Peacock. I’m not madam, just plain Moms or Mother to everybody.”


Properly chastised, Peacock stepped back and bowed. On the ground near the bank, there was a long, brown robe of woven grasses decorated with sparkling green vines and red berries. Mother picked up the robe and draped it from her left shoulder; her feet were bare. She sat on a tree stump and beckoned the little party to come closer. “Now, what can I do for you people?”

“We want you to give us colors!” Blurted Tiger Lily.

“They," Lavender pointed to Bessie Mae Butterfly, Rufus Hummingbird, and Heather Honeybee who were standing to one side,"told us flowers are supposed to have colors but we don’t have any.”

Sweet William took up the chorus. “I know that I should be looking better than this. It’s downright embarrassing that we have to be seen like this.”

Heather spoke up: “If they don’t have colors, we can’t do our jobs.”

“What will happen to the earth,” asked Bessie Mae, “if we can’t pollinate the way we’re supposed to?”

“Hmm,” said Mother Nature. “This is very serious indeed. Things are not in balance the way I planned.” She looked at Peacock. “Color assignment is your department. What happened to the flowers' colors when they vibrated in?”

“Frog,” Peacock said, “get me the ledger.”

Frog hopped a few feet away to a tree where a digital notebook was kept, and brought it back. All the records of creation were kept in these digital files. It was there that they could find out when, where, and what happened at the time things came to be in this dimension. Frog watched while repeatedly Peacock tapped the screen. Peacock’s expression kept changing as he read the information on the screen. Curiosity melted into confusion. Confusion became and irritated expression.

“Well,” Mother Nature’s voice rang out, “what happened?”

Peacock looked very annoyed. “Someone dropped the ball, it seems. See that pathway over there?” Everyone’s head swiveled in the direction Peacock was pointing.


“Just over that hill was where the flowers were to line up and receive their colors as they vibrated into existence.”

“Well why didn’t we?” Impatiens chimed in. “How in the world did we get left out?”

Rufus looked over at Sweet William. “Hold your horses, man. They workin on it.”

“As I said, there was a glitch and you didn’t get your colors. I do apologize,” said Peacock, looking embarrassed.

Sweet William was thoroughly exasperated. “Oh, never mind that. Just please fix us quick!”

Mother Nature spoke softly. “It’s not that simple at this point.”

“What?” Exclaimed Bessie Mae Butterfly. “Why not?”

“Because there are certain natural laws that won’t allow it,” she said.

“But you make the laws, don’t you? You’re Mother Nature,” said Heather Honeybee.

She sighed. “It’s very complicated. I can try to explain it but my explanation won’t give you what you want.”

Tiger Lily was shaking with fury. Lavender was swooning in Rufus’ arms. Sweet William was so exasperated that he couldn’t speak—which was a first for him. Heather and Bessie Mae just looked at each other in helpless dismay.

Impatiens threw up his hands. “I can’t believe this! We suffered and struggled to get here to see you and it was all for nothing!”

Peacock said to Mother Nature: “Maybe there’s a loophole we can take advantage of.”

“Tell me what you’ve got in mind,” said Mother Nature and the two of them put their heads together for a serious discussion that lasted for about ten minutes before Mother Nature turned back to the group.

“Understand that I can’t go back and undo what’s done. But I can tinker with it. Tweak it." She looked at each of the members of the group. "What do you think of this plan? When it’s cold during the winter season, you flowers won’t have color; in fact, you won’t be blooming. But in spring and summer and part of the fall, and even winter in some warm places, you’ll be a glorious riot of color! Do you think it might work?”

“Sounds workable to me,” Bessie Mae Butterfly commented.

“Am I going to be glorious?” screeched Lavender.

“Most assuredly,” Peacock answered. “You all will  be very pleased, as will Miss Butterfly, Miss Honeybee and Mr. Hummingbird because they’ll be able to do their jobs.”

“They might be pleased, but I’m not sure I am,” said Impatiens.

Sweet William glared at his friend. “Well, it’s better than nothing!”

“And nothing is what we’ve got right now,” growled Tiger Lily.

Impatiens sighed. “Let’s get on with it!”

“When can we make this change?” asked Heather. “I need to get back to the hive; they’ll be wondering where I am.”

Mother Nature nodded. “You’re in luck because we’re at the beginning of the spring season. When we pop you back to your meadow, you’ll be in full colorful bloom. See to it, Peacock. And this time, no mistakes!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Heather saw the air beginning to shimmer, then vibrating with glowing color, as if the sky had become a huge, endless rainbow. Suddenly, Heather felt a swoosh of air and heard a pop! As she looked about, she saw the meadow where they’d all begun their journey. Only now, it was a riot of color.

“Look at that! Flowers with color everywhere!” Heather said as Bessie Mae and Rufus flew to her side.



“Hot damn! We’re in business!” exclaimed Rufus.


Bessie Mae said: “Thank goodness for Mother Nature!”


And the three began their work of gathering nectar, just as Mother Nature originally intended.



Meanwhile, Sweet William, Tiger Lily, Impatiens, and Lavender excitedly spoke of their own and other flowers who were blooming with so many wondrous colors.

“I can’t get over how beautiful I am!” Purred Tiger Lily, who was no longer in the mood to growl and gnash her teeth.



Lavender, who had calmed down considerably, whispered: “How delightful I look! And how delicious I smell!”


“I have many colors—and they’re all spectacular!” Declared Impatiens.



“Girlfriend, don’t you forget: I’m the star of this show!” Preened Sweet William, examining himself in the mirror.



Back at Mother Nature’s place, Peacock and Frog helped Mother Nature her tiptoe into the stream to finish the spa soak that had been interrupted.


“We did good work today, Peacock. Especially when we gave the flowers the colors they deserved and were meant to have.”

“As you say, Mother,” Peacock agreed.

“In the meantime," she said, "I’m taking time out to relax in my lilypond spa. Give me a half hour before you call me for anything, Peacock.”

“Of course, Mother.” He discreetly turned his back as she disrobed. “Frog, you take Mother’s robe, and put it there on the rock where she’ll be able to reach it.”

Frog did as he was told then hopped to Peacock’s side, for Peacock had opened the ledger again, anticipating tonight’s schedule.

Every hour, he had learned long ago, was a busy one when you worked with Mother Nature.

End
                                          The Meadow of flowers sporting a riot of color.

Monday, September 26, 2011

How Flowers Got Their Colors, scene 2

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2. The Flowers

Honeybee was in a dither. "What do you mean that the Flowers have no colors? How can I got back and tell that to my unit commander? They'll laugh me out of the colony if I tell them a story like that!"

"Word!" Shouted Hummingbird. "You trippin Butterfly. No-color Flowers? That's wack!"

"Yes," Butterfly agreed. "It sounds far-fetched, all right. But, what do you see when you look down there?"


They all looked down, shocked at the sight of the gray, ghostly things from which they were supposed to gather nectar.

If these are Meadow's Flowers, Butterfly thought to herself, the sight of them is altogether depressing. Not one of them attracts. Not one summons us with brilliant, glowing color. How sad!

Aloud, she said "We could stand here all day wondering and debating. the only real way to find out if they're Flowers is to ask them." And she fluttered down with the other two following and landed on a blade of grass.

Hummingbird, wings beating faster than ever, hovered just above Butterfly and spoke to a clump of 'something' on the ground. "Say, can you tell me where the Flowers at round here? We been checking out Meadow, but we can't find the place to play, so to speak. Can you help us out?"

Honeybee elaborated further: "We don't see any colors so we know there can't be Flowers here. Please tell us where to find them!"

There was an audible gasp from all the Flowers. Their petals shook in unified indignation.


But it was Sweet William who spoke first: "How dare you!" He huffed. "I don't believe I've ever been quite so insulted in all my days!"

"Of all the nerve!" Said Impaitents, indignant and angry. "What do you think we are? Weeds!"

Honeybee was flabbergasted. "You mean you really are Flowers?"

"Not too bright are you?" Snapped Impatients, living up to her name. "Of course, we're Flowers. Anyone with a half a brain can see that!"

Butterfly fluttered up and down angrily, then decided to challenge her: "Well if you are, why don't you have colors so you can attract us and we can get the nectar we're supposed to use to pollinate?"

The Flowers, one and all, looked at each other quizzically. "What," bellowed Tiger Lily, "is this thing 'color' you keep referring to?"

Honeybee almost fell over. She couldn't believe her ears."You mean you don't know?"

"Know? What is there to know!?" Cried Lavender, who was very excitable indeed.

"Color," Butterfly broke in, "is what Rainbow over there is made of." She nodded toward the edge of the horizon where Rainbow shimmered blissfully.

Hummingbird, who lacked tactfulness, told them flat out: "Yo! Y'all some dummies! You suppose to have color. Everthang suppose to have it. Specially y'all. When y'all vibed in at the Beginning, that was when you was suppose to take the colors y'all was assigned by Big Momma--I mean, Mama Nature. Like you, Miss Lavender, you suppose to be purple. And Brotha Bill, your petals suppose to be sportin some scarlet or rose. That way--"

Sweet William, fussing with his suit and tie, as he did every morning, bristled at Hummingbird. "Miss Thing, please take note. My name is not  Bill. It's William... Sweet Wlliam. And I'll thank you to call me by my proper nom de plume."

"William," said Impatients, "stop throwing French phrases around. It's irritating, especially when you don't know what you're saying. But let's get back to what Hummingbird--"

"Call me Rufus. I'm Rufus Hummingbird, delighted to meet cha." He inclined his head politely and dipped his wings at her.

"Yes," said Impatients. "Delighted. But what were you telling us earlier about these... what did you call them?"

"Colors," said Hummingbird.

"You say we should have gotten assigned colors at the Beginning when we vibrated in?"Asked Impatients.

"And if we had, we'd look like Rainbow, over there." Said Tiger Lily.

"Not exactly like Rainbow," Butterfly put in. "She has many colors, but you should have gotten one color of your own.That's the way Mother Nature planned it, I'm sure. In order for you to fulfill your purpose. And for us to fulfill ours."

"Yes," said Honeybee, "you have your purpose and I, that is, we have ours. And we need each other to carry them out."

"So, what happened to you," asked Hummingbird, "when you vibrated into being?"  

"I think the important question is where do we get this color you say we should have?" Cried Lavender, excited by her own question.

"As you say," Hummingbird agreed.

"Well," demanded Tiger Lily, "where can we get it?"

Butterfly said: "Why from Mother Nature, of course."

"And where, might I ask, is she?" growled Tiger Lily.

Sweet William said: "I heard that you can find her over the Mountain in The Cave of Sun and Moon."

"Heard from who?" Hummingbird challenged, his wings beating extra hard and fast.

"Why, from Gravpevine, of course," William said, tossing his dainty head saucily.

They all looked over at Crossroads. Grapevine hung on his sign, twined round and round his arms. It was a good place for her to hear every kind of tale from traveling passersby, going hither and thither.

"Well, do you believe her?" Asked Butterfly.

"She knows her business. Never wrong yet," said Sweet William.

"Hmm," Butterfly said. "I'm thinking we might have an answer to our problems."

"Well, I want to hear it because I really can't go back to the hive telling a wild story like this." Honeybee said, bzzing round and round.

"What you got in mind, lady?" Hummingbird asked Butterfly.

"My name is Bessie Mae Butterfly, Rufus."

Not one to be left out, Honeybee said: "And mine is Heather Honeybee."

Sweet William said with a touch of sarcasm: "Now that we have all that important stuff settled, let's get back to Rufus' question. What do you have in mind, Bessie Mae?"

"We'll all go find Mother Nature and ask her to give Flowers their colors," said Bessie Mae Butterfly triumphantly. "It's the only way."

Next- Scene 3