Soft afternoon

Tea wonder :
While drinking tea, in the sun-bright kitchen, I noticed with delight how the lightrays were distorted by the tea-mug.
The tea was a warm reddish brown, a bit like thick melting honey - both sweet and dark. The light that went through the transparent mug became orange...strange hued shadows on the white table...
The picture-taker was happy, today.

Through the woods :
The air was light, and the wind cool like a blessing after the hot afternoon. Birds were filling the sky with their talking.
"how noisy they are" said my Mum. Ah yes, but I enjoy their discussion. Humans talking is far less musical, but the words they use are really amazing. Words are special.
The sky was almost yellow, and I discovered that nettles have flowers! Pink or white.

And, sadly, I went to see the chestnuts. Their leaves are yellow, falling, devoid of their usual lush green. It disturbed me. I went to have a closer look, and saw under the yellow leaves white caterpillars wounding their way throught the leaf...
Cameraria ohridella : A nasty creature who enjoys chestnuts' leaves. A butterfly from the East.
What to do? Kill as much cameraria as I can? What right do I have to kill living creatures just because they eat chestnutleaves?

There is a yellow poplar (tulip tree) in the woods. I will visit it everyday, and I may even find a name that suits it.
As if trees care about names.

Windows : nocturn magic 

The child

A few days ago as I was sitting and looking through the window, I saw two brothers walking with their mother. One of them was barely two years old. He was walking in the peculiar way children use at that age.
He was picking up stones at every step he took, and then was throwing them in the grass. And each time he seemed so amazed that the stone would fly out of his hand when he threw it.

His mother tried in vain to dissuade him from gathering dirty stones and throwing them. But of course the little child in his bubbling wisdom didn't obey.
It made me so smile!
Children have something to teach us, something precious we lose as we grow up. Is it good, is it bad?
I am willing to learn again.

What no eyes have seen

Once - before the word 'once' was even created, there was a lone nut in the darkness. It was filled with restless matter and energy 'till the day it exploded, like a soap bubble giving way to the wind.
The nut went into pieces and scattered Existence where all was absence.

No eyes were there to witness when this happened, if it ever happened. No ears to listen, and no bard sitting before a blazing campfire and telling the tale.


No matter what was, it lead to the world we are aware of, and to all the things we have no way to grasp.
It lead to human society and computers and internet, and blogs. It lead to the eyes we have on top of our heads, to the hands and fingers we wear, to the skin that delimits us, ...It came to what we think we know : ants, flowers, nuts; socks, strawberries and oaks.
Our home. The world.