A conversation I had just over a week ago sent my writing muse heading for the hills. We had been dancing in the exhilaration of sharing things that matter. Then got confronted by the point of view paradox. When she went into hiding my stream of consciousness writing went with her. Thankfully she is ready to reemerge today.
Photo 1: Rosebud in the rain
The impact of the disappearance of my muse was further confounded by one of the saddest events I’ve had to witness – the death of a mother humming bird and her two hatchlings.
There was such joy when the humming bird first started nesting in the large rosebush outside our front door. Every time I stepped out she would fly around in front of me and I wondered why she was there so often. Then my very observant husband (and fellow blogger at Remarkable Runs) pointed out the tiny nest. It was even cuter to see two tiny eggs inside!
Photo 2: Mother Humming bird on her nest in a rose bush (photo by Robin Thomas)
Then we had a heavy rainstorm. The following day I didn’t see her at all. On the second day I stood on a chair to peek into the nest and saw two tiny baby humming birds. I don’t deal with animals in distress very well – I found it very traumatic. So the first thing I did was to Google hummingbirds! The advice was to leave the nest alone as sometimes it would look abandoned but the mother would be out searching for food.
I went about my usual tasks and it was only later that afternoon when I went to check on the nest that I noticed her tiny crumpled corpse on the pebbles below the rosebush – she had perished in the storm. My heart broke. Then I went to look up how to feed the hatchlings. The prognosis did not look good as they don’t survive very long without regular feeding and they were so little that their chances were minimal anyway. When I checked later only the slightly larger one was still alive but I did not expect it to last much longer and I knew I had to let nature take its course.
I walked passed the rose bush with a heavy heart and my eyes kept going to the little nest. The next day I could not believe it when the hatchling was still alive! Such agony! I had to try something so brought the nest inside and tried to feed it but it was too little too late.
Later the afternoon the kids and I had a little funeral for the baby birds. We spoke about how lovely it was to see the mother fly, how brave she was to sit on the nest through the storm. How much she loved her little ones that she gave her life to protect them. How brave of the baby bird to fight to live without its mother.
Each day is a gift we must treasure.
Good bye little hummingbirds and thanks for bringing the joy of nature to our front door and reminding us about the circle of life.
Usage of the word ‘awesome’ has become increasingly common. So much so that it takes away some of the punch it can deliver. I still love using it though!
Photo 1: Singular beauty
Everything is awesome
After watching the Lego movie featuring the rather catchy song Everything is Awesome the lyrics stayed in my head for several days. My 5 year old daughter said it was the first ‘boy type’ movie she actually enjoyed. Now that statement would take another blog post to unpack but nevertheless the theme song was catchy to my kids too.
After watching the tv series Chuck and discovering Devon, aka Captain Awesome I also nicknamed my scientist husband Dr Awesome which he finds rather amusing. We would certainly like everything to be awesome all the time and being part of a team usually helps to get you there. Over use of the word can make the awesome seem mundane but there are tiny moments of ‘awesome’ happening throughout our days if we take the time to pay attention.
When I do my floral photography I can spend hours marvelling at the awesome display flowers create while simultaneously being beautiful and providing a vital link in the cycle of life.
When things get awful
Sometimes though life can be more awful than awesome. Sometimes shockingly awful things happen and in those moments it’s difficult to find the ‘awesome’.
When my Mum died last year it was awful for our family. The loss also reminded us of our own mortality.
To keep moving forward though we need to rediscover the ‘awesome’ as that gives us hope for a brighter tomorrow.
The ‘awesome’ within us needs to be unleashed so the awful doesn’t squash us into pits of despair. When we release our own awesomeness and reflect and encourage the awesomeness of others then life feels more purposeful and meaningful.
There is only one of you. You are unique. What will you do with your ‘awesome’?
Getting together with a portrait photographer on my usual walk about the local park was lots of fun. Specimen spotting and talking to the sun to get the right light was also rather entertaining for her 2 year old charge who happened to be carrying a lovely sprig of lavender given to him by a passerby. When I got entranced by the blooms in the rose garden I also got caught on camera…
The delicate blooms of the Rose of Sharon are on show again on the creek trail close to our home. Conditions were not great for photos this morning as there was some wind but that just gave them a surreal look.
I am so grateful to have the space to pursue something I love and now I have taken the plunge to see whether it can make me an income as well by launching an artist website today. Taking photographs of flowers is my passion. It energizes and invigorates me like nothing else. It fuels my soul and focuses my chi.
Photo 1: Swallowtail Butterfly on red Yarrow
The photo above is my latest upload on to the site. The one below of the white Agapanthus is my first sale!
Photo 2: New Beginnings
If you are feeling so inclined I would really appreciate some comments on the images I uploaded on the site.
My photos appear to be popular as floral greeting cards so I am planning to print some batches as well. I still have so much to learn but I am thoroughly enjoying the journey!
Shell ginger is native to Southeast Asia. The ginger typically used for cooking is the rhizome of Zingiber officinale and shell ginger is in the same family but not usually used as a spice. This one was used for landscaping purposes and the leaves reminded me of Canna plants.
A walk along the nearby creek trail can reveal some interesting specimens. I came across what I thought was Queen Anne’s Lace only to discover after some checking that it was actually Poison-hemlock ( the purple blotches on the stem were quite noticeable in the photographs). What was nice to see though was it had two ladybird visitors, one with spots and one without. A little further away I found a purple flower that I had only seen in yellow before in the UK but did not know it’s name. Upon investigation I found that it is called Goat’s beard (Tragopogon dubius).