Traveling Acorns

On Thursday the sixteen, my clumsy self  slipped on an acorn, other than the fact it was funny for my sister and neighbors, my tumble lead me to wonder where this acorn came from. Are they falling from a tree behind my house or is someone going around throwing acorns in the hopes that they may grow? I could rule out the second idea simply which lead me to search for this mysterious tree around my neighborhood. As my walk went I found more acorns all around the perimeter and discovered it was not only my yard that they could be found in but the whole block had acorns in between blazes of grass and hidden in the rocks. I came upon three trees that surround the block of homes and underneath each laid acorns. How could an acorn travel from these trees to my yard? I picture an  animated acorn walking with his funny cap whistling to a melody.  However, the acorn's way of travel is not magical as hoped but is carried away from the tree in the strong arms of the wind.



http://survive-prepare.com/2013/01/14/acorns-a-great-resource/



Lost Color

In the corner of his garden, there’s a patch he used to keep
All to himself, to allow nature to creep
There are no trimmed edges
or prim, proper hedges
He left his earth still and alone
Allowed the forces of nature to roam
He said that you don’t always have to be tidy and neat
Just watch the beauty of opportunity grow at your feet
He said just watch the earth produce its own glory
And I watched…and held on to his story
My grandad was right
Add water and light
Behold the sight
There are poppies and flowering weeds
Buttercups and oat coloured reeds
Daisies gingerly lift their heads
Dandelions roar from muddy beds
Purple thistles and strange grasses
Colours that alight and ignite masses
Dark ferns and heathers
Dandelion clock feathers
Birds foot trefoil, a four leafed clover
My grandad’s story is not over
He may have gone, I may have cried
But the beauty he predicted never died.

Written by Melanie Waters



After 

  During each observation, I am noticing the damage that the cold Autumn wind has brought to my flowers.  They once hold their violet beauty but are now dull brown and crumbling.  The poem  "In the Corner of His Garden", written by Melanie Waters tells a different tale than what I'm observing.  My flowers will not rise with "added water and light." They are gone such as her grandfather has left his garden.  However,  it is true that forces of nature should be allowed to roam. They do what is need if it means harsh wind or gentle rain. I can not stop the cycle of life to death but hold on to the hope that it may slow down. There was much left to discover about the flowers that has been ripped out the ground and was left to the wind like a tumble weed in a ghost town.  I wonder if they will grow again next spring or was this my last chance to watch them grow and to say goodbye. That question will wonder my thoughts until  Spring brings the blooming of flowers once again.


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Work Cited

Waters, Melanie. "In the Corner of His Garden, There's a Patch He Used To Keep." Poet Seers. N.p. n.d. Web. 10 Oct. 2014. 

The Noisy Neighbor

Through the night  and afternoon I had been awaken by my noisy neighbor. He recently moved  to the bush by my window I know this because before his arrival I had long peaceful siesta in the afternoon but now it's more like having pressed  the snooze button every ten minutes. Now my grouchy self  had declared a whole day to capture Mr. Jiminy Cricket and release him to a further distant..lets say my sister's yard.  And after three long hours of hide and seek and a few cuts and tumbles, I finally caught the unlucky cricket.  However, the captive did lead me to discover the secret behind the alarming noise. It's a combination of flapping wings together and wind gusting though to create the happy and a bit annoying chirps. But why chirp I asked? And of course it because of a women. In this case an uncharmed female cricket not persuaded by  the sounds of music. For more information on crickets go to:  http://cricket-breeding.com/how-and-why-do-crickets-chirp/ or http://insects.answers.com/crickets/chirping-crickets-why-and-how-crickets-make-their-distinctive-sound.

http://factnfact.com/a-man-records-crickets-chirping-he-slows-down-the-track-and-finds-it-to-be-similar-to-humans-singing/

Flowers Buzzing

On many accounts during my observations, I've heard my purple flowers buzzing with the noise of bees and it lead me to wonder what bees are so busy doing. I have always been around bees but I never understood how wonderful they truly are. For starters there is not just one type of bee flying around. There are sweet, social, the deadly killer bee, the leafcutter and mason bee that can be found in nature. The bees found in my yard are the common bumble bee and honey bee. They are the ones with the hairy chest that carry pollen with their hind legs. With in it self seems like a hard job, but they take the pollen collected and turn it to nectar which is taken by worker bees to full a honey stomach. It takes more then a thousand flowers to fill one honey stomach. It seems bees really are quite the hard workers. For more information on bees visit this website: http://www.everythingabout.net/articles/biology/animals/arthropods/insects/bees/.

http://www.myrmecos.net/2011/10/11/how-to-tell-the-difference-between-honey-bees-and-bumble-bees/