Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Poet/Poetry Study - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ralph Waldo Emerson, an American poet, essayist, and philosopher, was born on May 25, 1803, in Boston, Massachusetts. After studying at Harvard and teaching briefly, Emerson began in the ministry and became an unwilling preacher.

Unable in conscience to administer the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper after his nineteen-year-old wife died of tuberculosis, he resigned his pastorate in 1831.


The following year, he sailed for Europe and visited two people: Thomas Carlyle and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He returned to New England and began challenging traditional thought.

In 1835, he married his second wife, Lydia Jackson, and settled in Concord, Massachusetts. Emerson was known in the local literary circle as “The Sage of Concord," and became the spokesman for Transcendentalism, an American philosophic and literary movement that was a reaction against scientific rationalism.

Emerson’s first book, Nature, best captures his view of Transcendentalism - the belief that everything in our world (even a drop of dew) is a microcosm of the universe.

Ralph Waldo Emerson died of pneumonia on April 27, 1882.

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Beauty

Was never form and never face
So sweet to seyd as only grace
Which did not slumber like a stone,
But hovered gleaming and was gone.
Beauty chased he everywhere,
In flame, in storm, in clouds of air.

He smote the lake to feed his eye
With the beryl beam of the broken wave;
He flung in pebbles well to hear
The moment's music which they gave.

Oft pealed for him a lofty tone
From nodding pole and belting zone.
He heard a voice none else could hear
From centred and from errant sphere.

The quaking earth did quake in rhyme,
Seas ebbed and flowed in epic chime.
In dens of passion, and pits of woe,
He saw strong Eros struggling through,
To sun the dark and solve the curse,
And beam to the bounds of the universe.

While thus to love he gave his days
In loyal worship, scorning praise,
How spread their lures for him in vain
Thieving Ambition and paltering Gain!
He thought it happier to be dead,
To die for Beauty, than live for bread.

Sophia thought: Huh... The beginning was pretty...it was beautiful. Towards the end it took on a bittersweet tone almost. It reminded me of a red rose because one of the things I think about when I think of beauty is a rose.

Olivia thought: I liked it, but it wasn't exactly my favorite. I liked the way it was said - the words. I didn't even notice that it rhymed. 


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The Mountain and the Squirrel

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
“Little prig.”

Bun replied,
“You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.

And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.

Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."

Sophia thought: That was cute. It was kind of funny that the squirrel told off the mountain. What does "prig" mean? (a self-righteously moralistic person who behaves as if superior to others). The beginning and ending was the best compared to the writing in the middle.

Olivia thought: That was really cute. I really liked that one because it sounded so funny. I liked the last part where the poet wrote about carrying forests on one's back and how the mountain can't crack a nut.

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The Humble-Bee

Burly, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek;
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!

Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer,
Let me chase thy waving lines;
Keep me nearer, me thy hearer,
Singing over shrubs and vines.

Insect lover of the sun,
Joy of thy dominion!
Sailor of the atmosphere;
Swimmer through the waves of air;
Voyager of light and noon;
Epicurean of June;
Wait, I prithee, till I come
Within earshot of thy hum,—
All without is martyrdom.

When the south wind, in May days,
With a net of shining haze
Silvers the horizon wall,
And, with softness touching all,
Tints the human countenance
With a color of romance,
And, infusing subtle heats,
Turns the sod to violets,
Thou, in sunny solitudes,
Rover of the underwoods,
The green silence dost displace
With thy mellow, breezy bass.

Hot midsummer's petted crone,
Sweet to me thy drowsy tone
Tells of countless sunny hours,
Long days, and solid banks of flowers;
Of gulfs of sweetness without bound
In Indian wildernesses found;
Of Syrian peace, immortal leisure,
Firmest cheer, and bird-like pleasure.

Aught unsavory or unclean
Hath my insect never seen;
But violets and bilberry bells,
Maple-sap, and daffodels,
Grass with green flag half-mast high,
Succory to match the sky,
Columbine with horn of honey,
Scented fern, and agrimony,
Clover, catchfly, adder's-tongue
And brier-roses, dwelt among;
All beside was unknown waste,
All was picture as he passed.

Wiser far than human seer,
Yellow-breeched philosopher!
Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
Thou dost mock at fate and care,
Leave the chaff, and take the wheat.

When the fierce northwestern blast
Cools sea and land so far and fast,
Thou already slumberest deep;
Woe and want thou canst outsleep;
Want and woe, which torture us,
Thy sleep makes ridiculous.

Sophia thought: That one was too long. The title was a little bit misguiding because I was expecting a bumblebee or honeybee. That's what I was imagining it to be about. I was thinking the poem would be more like the Mountain and Squirrel. I didn't really this one. It was a bit too involved. 

Olivia thought: This one was good. I liked the name and beginning of it, but not so much the end. I liked how at the beginning the poet described how the bee was going on its journey for nectar. 

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Not poems, but famous quotes:

=> To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

Sophia thought: I liked that. It certainly makes you want to be a better person. I think I've done some of these things. I need to work on leaving the world a better place.

Olivia thought: I liked the beginning of that one - especially the part about winning the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children. I would agree that these are some of the things that make a person successful.

=> Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

Sophia thought: That's kind of inspirational. I like the idea of making your own path and not simply following others.

Olivia thought: That one is good. When it said "Don't go on the path" I thought, "What if you don't know where to go if there's no path? You could get lost." 

=> You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.

Sophia thought: That's kind of ominous. Do a good deed now or you may never get a chance to. I do think that has some truth to it.

Olivia thought: I like that one because it shows that you should do something right away rather than waiting and not being able to do it...and maybe regretting that you never did it.

=> What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

Sophia thought: That's interesting. It kind of sounds like you could either be a really good or bad person. 

Olivia thought: It kind of reminds me of the past, present, and future thing. The first part is leaving the past behind you; the second part is not worrying about the things that will happen in the future; and the last part is about learning to live in the present moment.

=> To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.

Sophia thought: I don't think anyone has ever done that. There is always someone who can always change you for both the positive and negative.

Olivia thought: Makes sense. It shows that you should be yourself no matter what people say. 

Diego Velazquez - Artist/Artist Study

Sophia and Olivia have been focusing on Diego Velazquez for the past few weeks, and learning more about him and some of the art that he created. Each of the girls looked at six pictures that he painted for a period of time. I asked them later to recall what they could remember from each painting. These are the paintings they looked at and what they could remember:

Queen Isabella on Horseback

Sophia remembered:
=> In the picture, Queen Isabella is sitting on a pure-white horse with a long forelock and mane and its white and a little wavy...so it looks like a Gypsy Vanner mane. It's really pretty. The horse has a black bridle and reigns, but you can't see much of the black because there are gold designs.
=> The horse's bit is gold and it has its head slightly curved down.
=> The horse is standing on three legs and its fourth left front hoof is sort of curved upwards....like it is about to take a step forward. At the same time it looks posed because the other three feet aren't in motion. So, it looks like the horse is just holding one of its feet up for the picture.
=> On the horse's back there is no saddle. It honestly looks like it has a big rug on its back.
=> The rug is pretty long because it goes over the horse's back, and is about five or six inches from the ground on either side.
=> The rug is black but it has goldish designs on it. It also has a little bit of fringe on the edges.
=> Sitting on the horse's back is a lady in a dark brownish-black dress. It is rather poofy, and she is sitting side-saddle. She is sitting so she is facing the painter a little bit.
=> Her dress is really long. It is so long that you can't see her feet, but that could be because she has pulled them up a little bit.
=> The dress has flower designs on it, and its sleeves go up a little bit above the elbow. That's where the poofy part stops. Then she has a grayish-white sleeve that goes down to her wrist. It has flowery-designs on it. It is pretty close fitting, but the flowery-designs are different than the rest of the dress.
=> Around her neck she has a frilly white collar that starts around her neck and ends in a "V" above her belly button, and ends with a frilly black bow. It's made out of the same fabric as the white sleeves.
=> The back part is rounded and looks like it is a little bit off her shoulders. It makes her a little bit more queenly.
=> Above the white collar there is a white frilly neck piece that looks like something that Shakespeare would have worn, but puffier.
=> Above that is her head. It's slightly oval shape. She has darkish black hair that falls to her ears, but it looks like it has been pulled up in the back.
=> It also looks like she might have a feather on the right side of her hair.
=> She has slightly pink cheeks and a pinkish-red mouth that isn't smiling, but isn't frowning. She also has dark eyes and a slightly pale face.
=> In her left hand, she's holding some of the reigns, and in the right hand she's holding the end of them - 5 or 6 inches from the end. Her right hand is a little bit higher than her left hand.
=> The horse appears to be standing on a road and behind it you can see some shrubs and trees and a few hills which takes up about 1/3 of the background. The rest is all sky - mostly grays, light blues, and a little bit of white.
=> The whole picture looks dark and not really bright. Most of the colors seem muted and because the sky looks a bit stormy, it makes everything look darker.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there is a white horse with the queen on it riding side saddle.
=> The queen is a wearing a dark goldish, brownish gown with lots of flowers on it. The flowers are inside circles.
=> She is kind of smiling or half smirking.
=> Her hair is kind of in a bun with a feather in it. Her hair is a dark brown.
=> The horse looks exhausted and the bridle has lots of flowers and leaves on it.
=> The chest thing on the horse has lots of flowers and gold stuff on it.
=> The ground is a tan reddish brown. The background - the sky is stormy looking. It looks like it is about to rain.
=> There are lots of trees that are small and scraggly.
=> There are lots of shrubs and bushes. They are green, dark green, and a lime color.
=> In the background you can kind of see a tower that is crumbling. It looks like it is going to fall apart.
=> One of the horse's hooves was up.
=> Her dress looks like is all smooth and covers most of the back part of the horse.

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The Maids of Honour

Sophia Remembered:
=> In the picture, everything seems kind of dark. The ceilings are rather high and appear to be made out of wood, but you can't know for sure because everything towards the ceiling and upper walls is almost black.
=> In the center of the room there is a young girl who has a light gray dress on that's a hoop skirt and has a pleat at her waist that goes a little bit over the hoop part of her skirt.
=> She has ruffled sleeves with flowers and at the center of her bodice there is a bunch of flowers that kind of look like a heart.
=> She is very pale and has pale whitish blonde hair that is slightly wavy. The left side of her hair is pulled up by some flowers.
=> To the left and right of the girl are two handmaidens who also have hoop skirts and the one on the right has some flowers in her hair.
=> To the left is a large canvas that an artist appears to be painting on; and to the right and behind the handmaiden there is what appears to be a nun talking to a priest.  They appear to be in a deep conversation.
=> In front of the right hand maiden is another girl who has a hoop skirt. She has her hair down and isn't the most prettiest person ever. Her jaw is slightly protruding and to the right of that girl is another girl who is sitting on a window sill. She is not wearing a hoop skirt and has her hair down also. Her feet are dangling a little bit off the ground. Next to her is a dog.
=> The dog looks a little like a German Shepherd, but its ears are down and it doesn't have enough black, but the muzzle does have a little bit of black. The dog has a rather majestic air.
=> Behind the girl with the pale hair is a mirror on the wall, and in the mirror you can see what appears to be her mother and father from across the room.
=> Behind that is a doorway and in it is a man who appears to be leaving.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there are five young girls and none of the people in the picture are smiling. The girl who catches your attention the most has a pretty ivory-colored dress. There are flowers at the top of the dress that are sort of in the shape of a heart.She has really pale skin. She has that silvery-blonde hair.
=> To her right, there is an older looking girl whose hair is being held up with a couple of flowers. She is looking down on her like she is asking her a question.
=> The girl to her left has her hair held up with something that is the shape of a butterfly, and it looks like she is fixing her dress.
=> Behind the girl to the left is an artist who is holding a couple of brushes with a paint palette in his left hand and in his right hand he is holding a paintbrush. There is a very big canvas that looks like it is probably ten feet tall.
=> There is a dog standing by a girl who is kind of frowning. Also by that girl is another girl who you can see who is young who looks like she is maybe five. One of her feet is placed on top of the dog - like she is standing on top of the dog.
=> You can see two windows. Standing behind the girls is a man and a nun. There is another man who is standing in a doorway. He looks like he is going up or down the stairs.
=> Also, the room is very dark. It looks like it is made out of stone. There are a lot of paintings on the wall.

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The Franciscan Nun

Sophia Remembered:
=> In the picture there is an older woman standing front and center. She looks like she's 60 or 70 years old...maybe older. She has brown eyes and a slightly wrinkly, stern face.
=> She is wearing a long, brown dress that looks kind of comfortable. There is absolutely no design on it. It's just a plain dress with slightly billowed sleeves. You can't see the collar because she has a white piece of fabric that covers her head and goes down past her neck and her shoulders, and covers a  fair amount of the front of the dress.
=> Over that, she has a brown cloak on that's the same color as the dress and falls about to her shins. It has a hood and the hood is pulled over the white piece of fabric that is covering her head.
=> The cloak is fastened with a pin and at the end of the pin there is what appears to be a little figurine at the end - like of a person or something.
=> The pin is a golden color and kind of stands out against the brown of the cloak.
=> In her left hand she is carrying a brown cross with a little figurine of Jesus nailed to the cross. You can't see all of him because Jesus is facing her, and you can only see a little bit of his leg and torso.
=> In her right hand she is carrying what appears to be either a brown book or a picture frame of some sort. I'm not quite sure.
=> Her face has a slight frown on it and she doesn't appear to be that happy.
=> Her lips are pursed.
=> There is no furniture in there...just her. The room is slightly darkened.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there is one person standing in it. The nun is wearing dark brown robes and a dark brown cloak or cape.
=> In her left hand, she is holding a leather-bound book that might be the Bible.
=> In her right hand, she is holding a cross with Jesus on it.
=> She has this white thing on her head that is under the hood of her cloak that extends a little bit down past her neck.
=> The background is a very dark brown, and at the top there are words that might be in French.
=> On the ground, the color is the same as the background and there are more words in French.
=> Underneath her cloak you can see this little rope.
=> The robe was very long so you couldn't see her shoes or feet.
=> She wasn't smiling or frowning. She was just kind of staring.
=> Her face was wrinkly, and her eyes were kind of a chocolate brown.
=> Her hands were also wrinkly, and I couldn't see her nails.

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The Coronation of the Virgin

Sophia Remembered:
=> In the picture, there are two men who are crowning Mary, mother of Jesus, while up in the clouds in an almost-heavenly look.
=> The man on the first is older and has a white forked-beard and white hair. He has a little bit of a moustache and a stern expression. He is wearing flowing robes of dark pink, purple, and blue. In his left hand he has a glass sphere or ball about the size of a bowling ball, but a little bit smaller. It is kind of see-through, but you can see pink and purple in it. With his other hand, he is holding a crown made out of rosebuds and green leaves.
=> On the other side of the crown is another holy man. He has brown, curly hair that falls to about his shoulders and a fair amount of stubble on his face. He also has a flowing robes of dark purple and pink, but no blue. In his left hand, he has a golden stick that is thin and has a heart-shaped tip. In his other hand he is holding the other side of his floral crown.
=> Mary appears to be sitting in the clouds as the crown is being lowered onto her head. She has very pale skin with pink cheeks and lip. He hair is a dark brown and black on some places, and she has a white cloth covering the lower part of her hair in the back and a little bit in the front because the two sides of the cloth come over her shoulders. She is wearing a dark pink dress, a little bit darker than the one that the men are wearing. Over her right shoulder and on her lap is a beautiful blue cloth.
=> Peeking out from underneath from her dress are little angels. There are six all together and they all have pale skin, little wings, and pink cheeks. There is one angel on the left side of Mary who has brownish-blonde hair and blue-green wings. He appears to be looking down at two of his friends who appear to be a girl and a boy who have curly, blonde hair and the same color wings. But they are peeking out of a cloud, so it looks like they don't have any bodies. They just look like heads.
=> On the other side of Mary are two other little angels with grayish wings and light-red curly hair. They also appear to have no bodies as they appear to be peeking out from a cloud.
=> The final little angel is behind the two with the red hair. This little angel is bending over slightly backwards and the artist drew the angel so that he or she has no head.
=> Below the angels and Mary and the two holy men you can see more clouds and maybe a little bit of rocks or mountains. Up above Mary in the crown and up above and between the holy men is a white dove that appears to be flying towards the coronation.
=> The dove is surrounded in light and has rays of light coming off of it. One ray goes through the crown and shines onto Mary's head. The dove has a very majestic feel and could possibly be God coming to watch the coronation of Mary.
=> Mary is not looking at the coronation, but appears to be looking at the little baby angels or cherubs or has her eyes closed. Around her neck she either has nothing or a cross necklace that she has her hand on.
=> Overall the picture has a majestic and mysterious aura, but at the same time seems very realistic.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there are three people and six little angels.
=> There are two men and there is Mary.
=> The man on the left has dark brown hair and a brown beard, and in his left hand he is holding this very thin staff and it looks like a tear drop and then it looks like a marshmallow or maybe like an upside down heart without the little thing in the center.
=> In this right hand, he is holding part of the wreath or crown.
=> The man on the right has white hair and white beard. He has in his left hand this glass ball that you can see through and in his right hand he has the other part of the wreath or crown.
=> The men are wearing are wearing a dark purple robe and a really long shawl or scarf that is a purplish-pink in color.
=> Mary has dark brown hair. She has a veil - a light, lacy cloth - that drapes over her shoulders; and she is wearing the same purplish-pinkish robe. Hanging off her right shoulder, she has this navy blue cloak or coat that is really long. Her hand is on her chest and it appears that she is wearing a ring on her right hand.
=> Above her head is the crown that has pinkish, purplish flowers and green leaves.
=> Above the crown is a white dove. The dove is surrounded by light and has beams of light going to or across them - kind of surrounding the men's heads so they kind of glow. One of them goes down and kind of surrounds Mary's head.
=> The six little angels all don't have clothes on. (Laughs.) Well, they don't! You can see four heads that are sticking through the clouds so it looks like they don't have bodies.
=> One of them is on the left is holding up part of Mary's cloak or coat.
=> There are two others that the angel that's holding Mary's cloak is looking down it. There are two of them, and they appear to be siblings. The one of the left is looking at the other sibling.
=> On the right, there are three other angels. Two of them you can see their heads. The other one you can't see the head. It looks headless. The headless one is holding up part of Mary's coat.
=> The little angels have tiny, blueish-greenish wings. The other two on the right have reddish hair and the ones on the left has blondish hair.
=> They appear to be hovering over a mountain in the clouds. They are sitting on the clouds.
=> The sky isn't exactly blue. It's more of a gray, and there are lots of clouds.

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Prince Philip Prosper

Sophia Remembered:
=> In the picture, there is a boy having his portrait taken. He appears to be about five or six years old even though he only lived to be three.
=> He has short blonde hair that gets darker as it goes back.
=> He has dark eyes, a childish face, and orangeish-pink lips.
=> He is wearing the most unmanly thing I've ever seen. He is orangeish-red dress with five or six horizontal strips of silver around the bottom of the dress. He also the same color of silver stripes running diagonally up his puffy sleeves.
=> The dress is fairly long and covers his shoes and it goes all the way up to his neck where there is a fairly long collar that goes a little bit past his shoulders.
=> On his left shoulder is a bow that is the same color as his dress, and appears to be added for decoration.
=> The end of his sleeves are a white and are very frilly. They have two or three rows of puffy lace that go up his arm.
=> There appears to be an almost white apron over his dress because he has a white cloth covering the front of his dress that goes from his white collar all the way down to the floor, and covers most of the front of the dress except a little bit on the side.
=> Through the white cloth you can see a large diagonal stripe running across the front of his bodice.
=> Philip has a golden string running from underneath the bow on his left shoulder to a few inches under his arm on his right side. On it is a golden medallion or pendant that he wore because he was sickly and there is another pendant or medallion on the same golden thread except it is on his arm and under the place where the string came out of his bow.
=> Around his waist he has a string that is the same color of his dress that is going across the white fabric to make it look more fitted and add a little bit of color to the front.
=> On the lower part of his dress, he has three bells attached to the white apron. One in the center, and two a couple of inches to the sides and a little bit up.
=> His right hand is just laying against the side of his dress. His left hand is resting a red velvet chair.
=> The chair doesn't have a particularly high back. It is red velvet with gold trim with little bronze/gold beads holding it to the chair.
=> The front of the chair is facing off the picture, so you could only see the back of the chair, the legs, and one of the armrests.
=> On the chair is a small dog that is white, but has gray and a little bit of black on it. It has dark eyes and has a content expression on its face. Its ears look a little feathery at the tips.
=> The dog is laying so its paws are between the arm rests and the bottom of the chair. His head is on the arm rest.
=> You can only see one arm of the chair because the other arm is covered by a dark red cloth that goes up the wall and appears to be attached to the ceiling.
=> Behind Philip in the background is what appears to be another cloth. To the side of the cloth is what appears to be a doorway with a little square light shining out.
=> Behind and little bit to the right of Philip is a stool/chair with a red velvet pillow with gold tassels laying on it. On the pillow is what appears to be extra clothes or fabric that is a dark red and has white on it.
=> Overall the picture has a somber air. Even though Philip is having his portrait taken and isn't smiling, he has an almost cheerful and relaxed air about him.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there is a boy who looks like he is six, but he is actually three.
=> He has very pale skin and rosy-colored cheeks.
=> He is wearing strange thing for a guy to wear, but maybe not in England in the 1600s - not so much the 21st century: he was wearing a dress!
=> He has a red-orangeish dress with silver and kind of goldish stripes on it.
=> He has an apron - sort of - that acts as the collar of his dress to the length of his dress. It kind of wraps around the dress. You can still see parts of the dress since the apron doesn't cover it all up.
=> On the sleeves of his dress he has a white, frilly, linen fabric that is kind of ruffly. Sticking out of the sleeves, you can see feathers that are the same color as his dress.
=> He has a strip or string of gold that has a charm or amulet on it that goes from the top of his shoulder all the way around him.
=> He has another kind of charm on his arm, and then he has a red string that goes around his waist and has these gold strings hanging down from it that has more charms hanging down from it.
=> His right hand is on his chair and his left hand is hanging down.
=> On the chair is a little dog that has ears that stick out sideways and then go either up or down. The dog is white with patches of gray fur on it.
=> The chair has red velvet on it. It has gold trim and on the trim there are these black nails. You can see one arm rest and part of another one. On the other one that you can see is a curtain that is made from red velvet with gold trim on it as well.
=> There is a large, black rug with red designs on it.
=> Behind him in the distance you can a big, red drape or curtain. By the curtain you can see a doorway where you can see light coming through.
=> Behind the prince there is a stool that isn't really a stool...it's more like a stool-like chair...that has a red velvet seat. On the seat there is a big, plush red velvet cushion that on the corners has gold trim and tassels.
=> On the cushion there is a hat or might be a hat or extra fabric and maybe a pair of scissors or silver trimming.

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Infanta Margarita Teresa in a Blue Dress

Sophia Remembered:
=> You can't see much of the background in this picture. Everything is dark, black, brown; but you can see the outline of what appears to be a large fireplace.
=> On the mantel there are some gold figurines. I could only make out one which was a golden lion.
=> Above the mantel, there is what appears to be a large mirror or painting.
=> To the side of the fireplace, there might be a table, but I can't see.
=> The background is dark because the artist wanted to focus on the main attraction which is a girl of probably about 12 or 13 who is wearing a beautiful blue dress with a hoop skirt.
=> Starting at the bottom, the dress is fairly long and covers her feet. There are seven horizontal lines of a shimmery silver color that take up a good portion of the bottom of the dress.
=> Moving up to the hoop part of the skirt, there are more of the silver designs in a circle around the hoop part and they make triangles and they meet at the bodice.
=> Some of the silver design goes up the front of her bodice in three diagonal lines - one in the center and two on either sides. You can't see where they end because the color of her dress is a white lace that goes a little above her forearms.
=> Her sleeves are the same blue and they start out slim, but quickly get very large and puffy. They have the same silver strips running diagonally up and down the arms. At the wrists some large frills end with a little golden cuff.
=> She has a choker necklace on that has a small pendant hanging off of it and a pair of blue bow earrings (the same color as her dress) that hang down to her shoulders.
=> She has very pale skin and she looks a little doll-like because of it, but she has pink cheeks.
=> She has dark eyes and her lips are a light orange mixed with pink.
=> She isn't smiling, but she doesn't look upset by being there either.
=> Her hair is almost perm like and is a very, very pale blonde. White - you could almost call it.
=> She has a blue bow that is the same color as her dress which contrasts her blonde hair very nicely.
=> Her right hand has a brown glove and is holding another brown glove because her other hand is bare and is holding a very large brown muff.
=> Below the designs at the top of her dress there are two more large bows of the same color as her dress.
=> The blue of her dress shimmers and is a color that is truly beautiful.

Olivia remembered:
=> In the picture, there is a young girl who has silvery blonde hair and has very pale skin.
=> She is wearing a beautiful blue dress that has a hoop that makes it puffy. The dress is a navy blue, but appears to be made out of velvet.
=> At the bottom of the dress, there are seven lines of gold trim going around it.
=> Towards the top of the dress, there is more gold trim detail.
=> On the front of the dress is a big, blue flower that something in it - like a charm or pendant, or a big bead sewn on it.
=> The sleeves of the dress are very poufy or fluffy. The sleeve on her right arm isn't quite as poufy as the one that is on her left arm.
=> She has kind of pink cheeks.
=> She has frilly cuffs on her dress.
=> She has, in her right hand, she appears to be wearing a glove. She also is holding a handbag. The handle of the handbag is the same color as her glove. The bag is the same color as her dress.
=> Behind her is a large frame that might be a picture or mirror in it.
=> There is also a table under the frame, and there is some gold trinkets on it.
=> The walls appear to be a dark gray or black.
=> She is wearing a necklace with gems in it - diamonds and sapphires in it.
=> She has a very high, dark blue collar.
=> Her hair has a large dark blue flower in it - the same color as her dress.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Poet/Poetry Study - Lord Byron

Lord Byron was born on January 22, 1788, in Dover, Kent, Great Britain. His father was Captain John 'Mad Jack' Byron and mother was Catherine Gordon, heiress of Gight in Aberdeenshire, Scotland.


After the death of her husband, Catherine took her son back to Scotland, where she raised him in Aberdeenshire. The death of his great-uncle, the “wicked” Lord Byron inherited him with both his estate (Newstead Abbey in Nottinghamshire) and title.

Byron received his formal education at Aberdeen Grammar School. After completing his school, he went to Trinity College, Cambridge. When not attending college, Byron lived with his mother in Southwell, Nottinghamshire. During this time he became friends with Elizabeth Pigot and her brother, John.

Elizabeth encouraged Byron to write poetry and - at 14 years old - he produced his first poem, “Fugitive Pieces.” However, the poem was quickly recalled and destroyed on the advice of his friend, the Reverend Thomas Beecher, due to its amorous verses.

On March 13, 1809, Byron took his seat in the House of Lords but very soon left London on June 11, 1809 for a continental trip. On his return from his trip, he asked his relative, R.C. Dallas, to publish his poem, “Childe Harold's Pilgrimage.” Two sections of "Childe Harold's Pilgrimage" were published in 1812 and became success.

This success was followed by equally popular “Oriental Tales,” “The Giaour,” “The Bride of Abydos,” “The Corsair,” and “Lara, A Tale.”

Lord Byron had a reputation of being extravagant, courageous, unconventional, melancholic, eccentric, flamboyant, and controversial. He was known for his independent nature and extremes of temper.

After falling ill on February 15, 1824, Lord Byron was given the remedy of bloodletting which weakened him further. Before he could recover, he caught a significant cold. It was believed that he developed sepsis due to the use of improperly sterilized medical equipment. After a high fever, Byron died on April 19, 1824.

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Sophia and Olivia listened to the following six poems and had these thoughts about them:

She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Sophia thought: It was okay. It just blended together. There wasn't any real story to it. The beginning and the end of the poem stood out for me. I thought the tone was a little more defined in the beginning and the end.

Olivia thought: The part that stood out the most for me was the first couple of lines. Definitely towards the end it did blend in. 


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When We Two Parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow--
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me--
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:
Lond, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

I secret we met--
I silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Sophia thought: It had a very melancholy kind of tone. I'm a huge fan of that kind of tone, so I didn't really like it. He was reminiscing about someone he lost or broke up with or had a falling out with. 

Olivia thought: It sounded like someone had their heart broken. There were lots of sad parts to it. I kind of liked it. There were parts that I liked and could understand. It made me kind of sad.


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So, We'll Go No More A-Roving

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Sophia thought: I thought he wasn't going to do any more love poems. I like the beginning. I like the title - it's different from other poems he wrote.

Olivia thought: It sounded very romantic. I liked that one because it had a soft tune to it. I like the end with the moon part at the end.


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Stanzas for Music

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

Sophia thought: I like that one because it seemed to flow more easily than the other ones. It seems like a lot of the poems he writes are romantic and pining after a lover. 

Olivia thought: I liked this one, but it wasn't my favorite one. I liked the one you read before this one. I liked the ending because I could imagine them walking on the beach in the night time. It's very romantic


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The Destruction of Sennacherib 

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still.

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!

Sophia thought: I liked that parts of it rhymed. It sounded more uniform and a poem to me. I like the beginning...it made me think of blue and green for some reason. I thought it was kind of long. It could have been shortened.

Olivia thought: I like the part about the Angel of Death. It does rhyme! It was good. It was a bit long. I also liked the ending.



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There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

Sophia thought: Is that it? I like the ending, but I don't really like this poem. It doesn't seem like anything special. I don't know why. I definitely liked the one before better.

Olivia thought: I liked the part when "I love not man the less, but Nature more." I liked that because it means that the person likes nature more than mankind. Also, I like the first two lines at the beginning. It made it sound interesting. I kind of imagined no path in the woods with the sun shining through the trees.


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Thursday, March 26, 2015

Spiritual Practices A to Z: Forgiveness

For the sixth spiritual practice this year, I am focusing on Forgiveness. These ideas came from the Spiritual Practices website which has a wide variety of ideas for bringing this practice to life.

Spiritual Practice: Forgiveness
Enhances: Freedom
Balances/Counters: Vengefulness

The Basic Practice

There are two kinds of forgiveness, both interrelated. There is self-forgiveness, which enables us to release our perfectionism and guilt. And there is the forgiveness we extend to others and receive from them, intimates and enemies alike.

All the spiritual traditions raise up the value of forgiveness, but many people still find it to be a nearly impossible ideal. Just start somewhere. Look truthfully at one hurt you have not been able to forgive. Identify any associated feelings you might have, such as anger, guilt, denial, embarrassment, or shame. Imagine what it would be like to live without feeling this offense. Then let it go.

Other steps may be necessary for healing — a confession of your contribution to the conflict, changing behavior, making amends, a commitment to the community — but giving up your claims for, and sometimes against, yourself is where to begin.


Why This Practice May Be For You

We all know the obvious symptoms that could be relieved by forgiveness — feeling so wounded that we want revenge, constant brooding over petty grievances, feeling so guilty we don't know how to approach someone we have offended, worry that the hurt could happen again.

Bitterness and stubbornness also can be signs that forgiveness is called for, especially when these attitudes are associated with a need to be recognized as the one who is right.

In contrast to these limiting behaviors, which usually place walls between others and ourselves, forgiveness is freeing. It means that we can move out of our previous position and move on with our lives. Best of all, it enables us to be reconciled with our neighbors so that once again we feel part of the greater community.

Quotes


Without forgiveness, life is governed by 
an endless cycle of resentment and retaliation.
— Robert Assagioli quoted in Gospel Days by Joan Chittister

If you want to see the brave,
look at those who can forgive. 
If you want to see the heroic, 
look at those who can love in return for hatred.
— The Bhagavad Gita quoted in Legacy of the Heart by Wayne Muller


Never forget that to forgive yourself is to 
release trapped energy that 
could be doing good work in the world.
— D. Patrick Miller

Forgiveness means 
giving up all hope of a better past.
— Jack Kornfield in The Art of Forgiveness, Lovingkindness, and Peace

Books

The Spiritual Practices website recommended Radical Forgiveness by Antoinette Bosco. She forgave the man who killed her son and daughter-in-law in their Montana home and has worked tirelessly against the death penalty, provides an in-depth examination of the Christian practice of forgiveness.

I accidentally ordered a book with the same title from the library, except it was written by Colin Tipping. I had actually read the book a couple of years ago and wondered why - as I began reading it - it seemed very familiar. So, I went back on the notes I kept from the book, and revisited some of the key points that were ones that still resonate with me.

The other book that relates to forgiveness that I am in the process of reading is Forgiveness, the Passionate Journey - Nine Steps of Forgiving through Jesus' Beatitudes by Flora Slosson Wuellner.

Film

An Unfinished Life, directed by Lasse Hallstrom, has some violence including domestic abuse and language. I ordered this from the library, but it still hasn't come in yet.

Music

Music can intensify our emotional responses so that we experience a breakthrough to a different level of awareness. That is why it often helps to listen to sad songs when we feel depressed. And that is why Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima by Krzysztof Penderecki is recommended for the practice of forgiveness.

The Spiritual Practices website said, "This song of mourning and lamentation realized through an avant-garde musical score is a jarring sound-world of strange chords, ominous crescendos, and startling breaks. The effect is cathartic, just what is needed to set the stage for forgiveness."

I actually found the music to be more scary - almost eerie - than reflective of the spirit of forgiveness. This song, though, is exactly how it is described with strange chords and startling breaks. It's a very disconcerting song...and perhaps that is the point when one is thinking of what happened at Hiroshima.

Art

Rembrandt's painting The Return of the Prodigal Son captures the climactic moment in Jesus' parable (Luke 15: 11-32).


Looking at the father's expression and his hands on his son's back, I could sense his forgiveness of his son. On the side, the elder son looks on, and he's obviously unhappy with his father's display of unconditional love. Interestingly, it shows that sometimes it is not easy to tolerate or accept forgiveness.

Daily Cue, Reminder, Vow, Blessing

• Shaking hands is a cue for me to practice forgiveness. I don't shake hands that often given my life now. For the few times that I recently did it didn't cross my mind to practice forgiveness. Rather, I ended up focusing on the person more than I did forgiveness. Perhaps at some time in the future this cue might be one that I would use. However, at this juncture it didn't seem to be a good fit.

• When I clean my room, I am reminded of the cleansing and restorative power of forgiveness. For some reason, these cues aren't coming to mind as I do these activities. Maybe I need to be more mindful of these cues or write them down and refer to them as I go about various activities. At any rate, this week's spiritual practice wasn't as present in the things that I did during the past couple of weeks.

Practice of the Day

Forgiveness is an embrace, 
across all barriers, 
against all odds, 
in defiance of all that is mean and petty 
and vindictive and cruel 
in this life.
Kent Nerburn in Calm Surrender

To Practice This Thought: Embrace in your heart everyone you need to forgive, including yourself. 

Spiritual Exercises

Dale Turner in Grateful Living advocates forgiving small infractions, like dialing a wrong number.

Journal Exercises

These are questions that are ones that are better for journal writing than blogging, but worth sharing here nonetheless:

Make a "confession of sins." List instances in your journal when you have hurt, betrayed, lied to, ignored, or used another being. Note times when you have failed to do the right thing and left good things undone. At the bottom of your list, add a prayer for forgiveness.

Write a letter to someone who has died asking for forgiveness or expressing your forgiveness. Write another letter in the voice of this person back to you agreeing to or acknowledging your request.

Discussion Questions, Storytelling, Sharing

As noted above, these also are questions that are ones that are better for journal writing than blogging:

• Tell the story of one of your most vivid experiences of forgiveness.

• Do you think repentance-an admission of wrongdoing, a sign of remorse, or a commitment to change-should be a prerequisite for forgiveness? Why or why not?

• Are any acts unforgivable? If you think so, give examples and explain.

Household, Group, and Community Projects

The need to resolve conflicts and forgive each other becomes very evident in the close confines of a home. Without discussing a particular grievance, talk together about some ways you can facilitate forgiveness.

Some couples, for examples, don't let the sun go down on an argument. Others use rituals to reinforce a desire for reconciliation.

Weeds Covered with Frost and Snow
Weeds in the winter.
(Taken on December 24, 2008.)


This is a good idea from Ardath Rodale: Pull a weed to remove a grudge; then plant a seed to indicate the sprouting of new love in your heart.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Progress on 2015's Nature Goals

Now that one-quarter of 2015 has almost passed, I wanted to check in on my nature goals that I set for myself.

1. Visit three new national wildlife refuges in Louisiana, Mississippi, and/or Arkansas. ACCOMPLISHED!

- Delta National National Wildlife Refuge in Venice, Louisiana.This NWR is near the very end of the Mississippi River.


The river is very wide at this point and has clearly picked up a lot of sediment along the way.


There is a bench and some informational placards to describe the significance of the area. This actual location did not have a lot of visible wildlife.


However, there's another nearby road that leads to the southeastern most point of Louisiana and that had significantly more birds and waterfowl that were visible from the road. I pulled over many times (as did others) to watch the wildlife - or, in the case of local people, do some fishing.

- Bayou Sauvage National Wildlife Refuge in Lacombe, Louisiana. This NWR spans a large amount of space and can best be seen by driving through it on a couple of paved roads. There is a small stop that has a wooden boardwalk/pathway that leads into the bayou.



The sounds of ducks and birds swimming in the water and hiding in the reeds is constant.


There was some vegetation that I had never seen before - like the tree pictured below with brown seed pods. The pods were dry and would rattle. I'm not sure what type of tree it is and could not find it on the internet.


Perhaps my favorite part of the walk was coming across this little tree frog that was nestled in a reed. The reed looked like bamboo, so I wanted to take a closer look. I was pleasantly surprised when I looked inside it and spotted this little green face looking back at me.


- Yazoo National Wildlife Refuge in Hollandale, Mississippi.This NWR wasn't on my list of places to see, yet it was on my way to Greenville, Mississippi where I was spending the night. I thought I'd take a brief detour to see it, and am happy that I did.


Although it was a bit early in the season, there was a monarch waystation at the NWR. It is an enclosed area with a few benches, trees, and variety of plants. The plants - or where they will be - are all marked with signs. There was a little area with water for the butterflies and other wildlife that visit the garden.


Along one of the roads, there was an area of slough. In the Little House books, Laura Ingalls Wilder mentions areas that were slough, but I had no point of reference since I had never slough before. Now, having visited Yazoo NWR, I know to what she was referring.


There is quite a diversity of landscape within the NWR. The picture above is right across from a wooded area pictured below.



2. Visit three new national historic parks in Louisiana, Mississippi, and/or Arkansas. ACCOMPLISHED!

I was able to see three historical parks, sites, or parkways while in Louisiana and Mississippi:

- Audubon State Historic Site in St. Francisville, Louisiana. This was on my must-see list and, thankfully, I arrived in time to go on a house tour and see the grounds.


The Oakley Plantation is where John James Audubon lived for four months. Yet, during that brief time he painted 32 of his bird pictures here.


The grounds had pathways that led through open and wooded areas.


There were old buildings where people were demonstrating what life was like back in the 1800s.


The displays showed items typical of that time period as well.


The main pathway leading from the interpretive center to house was once a carriage road.


Leading to and from the house, the paved road for cars goes under beautiful old trees.


- Natchez Trace Parkway in Natchez, Mississippi. I didn't take many pictures of the parkway since much of it looked like the photograph below. Although the entire parkway is 444 miles long, I was only on it for a small segment.


Nonetheless, it was a beautiful drive and I enjoyed the break from driving on the freeway.

According to the National Park Sevice, "The Natchez Trace Parkway forms an almost continuous greenway, or transect, from the southern Appalachian foothills of Tennessee to the loess soil bluffs of the lower Mississippi River.

"Over its length it crosses four ecosystem provinces, eight major watersheds, and twelve physiographic regions. Forest types range generally from oak-beech in the far south, to oak-pine mixes covering the vast middle section, to oak-hickory dominating in the north.

"Habitats represented within the park are diverse and include: streams, lakes, swamps, riparian woodlands, bottomland hardwood forests, upland hardwood forests, pine and mixed hardwood forests, prairie, fallow fields, and agricultural croplands."

If I ever have the chance, it would be interesting to drive the entire Natchez Trace Parkway.

- Vicksburg National Military Park in Vicksburg, Mississippi.It was raining on the day I visited this park, but I still left the car at some spots and explored different historical points and monuments.


It is a 16-mile, self-guided car tour through the park which is quite large - much larger than I thought. The road passes by many monuments that are tributes to soldiers who fought and/or lost their lives in the battle at Vicksburg.


The land was rolling in parts and forested in others, with deep trenches in many parts.


There were beautiful, pink blossoms on trees. This picture below doesn't do justice to how vibrant the blossoms were against the dark tree bark.


I was surprised at how much diversity there was in the land in terms of hills and ravines. For some reason, I pictured battlefields more level. The images I always saw in textbooks were of flat battlefields - nothing like what is pictured below.


The visits to these historical parks provided a completely different and much more engaging view of American history. I'm so happy that I went to each one of them.

3. Visit six new state parks in Minnesota as a family, and take the dogs with us as we explore new trails (St. Croix, Afton, Fort Snelling, Minnesota Valley, Frontenac, and Forestville/Mystery Cave).

I have not done this yet.

4. Visit two new national wildlife refuges in Minnesota (Sherburne and Upper Mississippi) as a family, and take the dogs with us as we explore new trails.

I have not done this yet.

5. Identify and journal three new birds. IN PROGRESS

On my trip to Louisiana, Mississippi, and Arkansas I saw four birds that I have never seen before:

- Boat-tailed Grackle in Venice, Louisiana.


- Northern Mockingbird in Vicksburg, Mississippi.


- Black Vulture in between Vicksburg and Greenville, Mississippi. I didn't get a picture of this type of bird because I was driving. There were about a half dozen of the black vultures in the median.

I also saw a vulture on the side of the road driving from Vicksburg back to New Orleans. Since there were no cars behind me, I stopped on the side of the road. The vulture just looked at me - much like the bird pictured below - and didn't move from the carrion. It was not going to give up its meal.


- Double-crested Cormorant at Lake Chicot, Arkansas as well as in northeastern Louisiana.



I have photographed the birds, but not completed entries in my nature journal because I want to include pictures of them.

6. Identify and journal three new types of wildlife. IN PROGRESS.

On my trip to Louisiana, Mississippi, and Arkansas I saw three new types of wildlife that I have never seen before. I have photographed them and want to include pictures of some of them in my nature journal. So journaling will have to wait until I return to Minnesota.

- Nine-banded Armadillo in Greenville, Mississippi. (Unfortunately, the armadillo was road kill, but I was able to it up close.) Rather than show what I saw, I found a picture of a living armadillo.


- Brown Anole in St. Francisville, Mississippi.



- Eastern Carpenter Bee in St. Francisville, Mississippi. The bees that were visiting these flowers were huge - way beyond anything I have ever seen. They were focused on flying from flower to flower and didn't seem aggressive or bothered that I was so close to them. It gave me plenty of time to enjoy seeing a bee that does not live in Minnesota.



7. Take 12 hikes throughout the year. IN PROGRESS.

- Hiked briefly at Leroy Percy State Park on Saturday, March 21st. The rutted, muddy road that is pictured below was next to the sign for the state park.

As I drove for probably a good mile on it, sure the car would get stuck the mud, I turned around when I came to a gate to the right hand side indicating this road was not the road to the park, but rather would be the next road over.



No one was at the welcome gate or at the visitors center, so I drove around a bit to see if there were any trails. I didn't see any which is quite different from state parks in Minnesota.

I ended up driving to a section where there were cabins and parking at one where no one was staying. The cabins all were along this river that was clearly flooded.


The ground around the river was very saturated.


Many of the trees were submerged in a couple of feet of water. Since it was raining, I didn't spend too much time outside. It was, nonetheless, nice to get out of the car and walk around a bit.

- Took an extraordinarily brief walk through Winterville Mounds State Park on Sunday, March 22nd. Due to the torrential rain and super-saturated grounds, it was not conducive to a pleasurable hike. Yet, I wanted to go to this park because of its historical significance.


The mounds were build by prehistoric Native Americans and the mounds range in height from between 1-2 stories tall.


There were no large animals used for work at the time, so the mounds were all built by hand. The Native Americans took buckets of soil, brought them to the mound, stomped it down, and then repeated the process. 

- Hiked at Lake Chicot State Park on Sunday, March 22nd. The lake is 22 miles long and 1 mile wide. Is is shaped almost like a crescent moon or the letter "c."


The trail that they had at this state park was partially submerged in areas due to all the rain that this area of the state has been receiving.


Eventually, I came to a path that someone made using logs. The first and middle parts were rather secure in the mud. However, the last few logs still had some movement in them, thus the intention of keeping one's shoes dry did not work.


Despite the water-logged path, it was well worth the time spent. All around were countless birds singing - many of which I had never heard before. Periodically, the red-winged blackbird would chime in - a familiar - and welcomed sound in the spring in Minnesota!

8. Visit 6 nature centers at the state parks and wildlife refuges. IN PROGRESS.

None of the wildlife refuges that I visited in Louisiana and Mississippi had nature centers. Rather, they had outdoors displays with information about wildlife typical to the area.

Lake Chicot State Park in Arkansas had a nature center that I visited and learned quite a bit at about the largest lake in Arkansas, some of the wildlife in the area, and the historical significance of the area.

Saw an alligator, though it made me sad that it was in such a small aquarium.


There was a display on the wall with different patches of fur. You could touch the fur and then try to figure out which animal it belonged to using the images on the wall to help.


There was information a bout the Mississippi Flyway - something that the 4-H Wildlife Project Bowl team I am coaching has been learning about over the past few months.


9. Post a nature photo each week based on the Nature Photo of the Week Prompt List. IN PROGRESS.

I wrote about the first 12 weeks of the challenge HERE.

10. Do nature studies at least three out of four weeks of each month (36 entries) both online and in my journal.

Not doing so well on this goal.

11. Try 2 new outdoor sports.

I will be waiting until warmer weather to try some sports.

12. Have 6 picnics when the weather is pleasant and we aren't battling with mosquitoes.

Still waiting for consistently warm weather.

13. Go camping twice during the year at new state parks.

In a few months it will be warm enough to go camping.

14. Learn 3 new outdoor skills and/or hobbies.

Nothing new learned here yet. I'm waiting for late-spring and summer to work on this goal.

15. Attend 4 workshops, classes, or activities at state parks.

Programming for the spring and summer has been posted, and I have classes and activities on my calendar now including nordic walking, outdoor cooking, and archery.