About Me
- Roslyn Imrie
- I am a mother, a teacher, and a nature lover. I grew up on a mountain we called Owls' Knob in the Ozarks of Arkansas. The first seven years of my life were spent living in a log cabin, far from a store or streetlight, without electricity or running water and after twenty years of travel, I returned to the abondoned homestead. Now I live on a hill by a small lake and work at a public garden. These are stories about nature written from a women deeply influenced by place.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Squash Bug Eggs
Squash Bug Eggs |
Squash bug nymph |
I hate killing in general. Even while pulling the eggs, I know there is potential for life in each one, yet to allow them to live would be to allow the squash plants to die. Both adult and nymph bugs will suck nutrients from my plants and could kills off my crops. If this garden were my only means to feed my family, it would be a life or death struggle, it would be a battle of the fittest. Gardening is unlike forestry. There is a balance, but it is also a battle ground.
Adult squash bugs mating |
However, when it comes to (literally) thousands of squash bugs, who offer only devastation, something has to give.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Tarantula Hawk
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Autumn Leaves in June
The leaves make me sad, as they fall from trees in June.
But the children enjoy collecting yellow and red shapes for art projects.
The river level depresses me, as springs run dry.
But the children enjoy snokling in the shallow rapids and pools.
I am fearful of the future while we walk in the woods and find few insects.
But the children are delighted that they have not been biten by a tick.
I am envious of thier happiness and annoyed by my knowledge
They are envious of my knowledge and oblivious of their joy
Looking at these fallen leaves
Gazing at these dying trees
Depression
Digging in the lifeless dirt
Feeling all the pain and hurt
Sadness
Gathering clouds that sprinkle rain about
Finding a bloom, a joyful sprout
Hope
Stumbling upon a chirping bird
Singing the prettiest song I've heard
Joy
But the children enjoy collecting yellow and red shapes for art projects.
The river level depresses me, as springs run dry.
But the children enjoy snokling in the shallow rapids and pools.
I am fearful of the future while we walk in the woods and find few insects.
But the children are delighted that they have not been biten by a tick.
I am envious of thier happiness and annoyed by my knowledge
They are envious of my knowledge and oblivious of their joy
Gazing at these dying trees
Depression
Digging in the lifeless dirt
Feeling all the pain and hurt
Sadness
Gathering clouds that sprinkle rain about
Finding a bloom, a joyful sprout
Hope
Stumbling upon a chirping bird
Singing the prettiest song I've heard
Joy
Passion Flower |
Nighthawk (Whip-poor-will) |
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