Thursday, August 26, 2010

i don't know


how interesting. and disconcerting.
tonight, when i am thinking hard things, i sit
on the porch and what do i see?
not nighthawks or bats, but
hawk moths. Hawk Moths.
i had just watered the tomato plants. Not one
Hawk Moth, but several.
the season has been odd, and keeping with that,
not so odd that here, in almost the last of August, they flutter.

but...disconcerting in that this is in keeping with a personal
no less
out of season
and the toad, SandRock, jumps.

in the final pages of The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy
she talks of the Love Laws
"Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down
who should be loved. And how. And how much."
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kaite said...

the hawk moths must be coming into the mating game season, they swarm then. frog appreciates your small pond.
now i've gotta ask you - would you like to wrap a tree trunk, or a rock or even a gate post and post it up on the wrap't, tied and marked by nature blog? some of the wraps are starting to colour up already. i can send you an author invite if you'd like to be part of it...k.

Marti said...

For several evenings, as we sit out in the back, illuminated by the twilight, a flitting winged creature comes over our heads and hovers, hovers, dancing in and out and among the yellow, pink, white and shocking pink four o'clocks that we planted along one of our porch railings. Had no idea what it was, tried to take a photo but moved at lightning speed, like a hummingbird. Over the course of the last two nights, another came to join in this fluttering dance. Finally, this morning, I was able to identify our twilight dancers - hummingbird clear wing moths. Amazing!

jude said...

i have this picture of you sitting quite still while other creatures move around you.
are you in a new season?
i am in between.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Kaite...thanks for the suggestion
and i will wrap a tree but am
feeling like i want to limit
self to mostly the stitching for reality and in my mind.

and it's a toad.

Mo'a said...

I always learn so much from you...I did not know that they were called hawk moth...funny name since they act more like hummingbirds :) Love the little fellow in your birdbath.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Jude~i am in between too. inside
and out. i might change my name
to inbetween.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...


grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Mo'a ~ yes...i love this one very

Storycloth said...

Hey Grace, I have been wondering about you. How you have been over the last few days. Sounds like you are in the Life-Death-Life cycle. Both grounding and exciting. New life coming. Gx

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

Storycloth/Gillian...well, yes,
i guess we could say that. Life/
for me, it's August. and seems like
lots of things rise up in August.
and yes, they ARE life death, but
i am used to that now, sorta.
always a little surprise, but just
enough to keep the edge.
thanks for keeping track of me...

Storycloth said...

Hi there - a little thing but also a big thing. Pretty easy to leave off the third word of life-death-life. Easy to leave it finishing at death. When from death there is always new life,why do we find it so easy to stop at death? x

Storycloth said...

..meaning of course..remember Life! Gx

Suzanna said...

Hello Grace...thanks for stopping by...I've been thinking of you...

Penny Berens said...

Grace, I've been finding caterpillars about the place and am wondering if they have time to evolve before the cold sets in. Sitting among the critters and just observing is a good thing.

Deb G said...

I think seasons are being redefined. I've always thought we had middle-seasons, which of course is right now. Record low last night.

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

penny...what i have watched is that
there is a wisdom greater than our
own about these things. some
will make it, some won't. maybe
that's why there seem to be more?

grace Forrest~Maestas said...

deb g ... this year is very different than any of the 16 before in this place. i am simply
watching. witnessing. remembering. Care~ing.