Stick Season

Stick Season begins

Stick Season, Few words needed

Our Ring Necked Pheasant friend. Not seen recently.

Ledges

Soon

Stick Season

stick season has its particular charms...

Stick Season

stick season

sometimes
the sun shines,
that means it's colder,
fuel burns faster,
energy runs out sooner,
spring so far away.

Stick Season

Classic Stick Season
beginning in November,
is leafless and gray.
Evergreens offer some color,
Snow not unusual.

November
This year so far,
Stick season,
Some oaks hanging on to bronze leaves,
Sunny days are unusual
and always welcome.

Stick Season's Eve

Stick Season's Eve

Soon all the leaves will be memories,
The sticks stand Tall
Against the Winter Winds.
They are only asleep,
I tell myself,
Dormant,
Until they reemerge 
In the Spring 
savor the last of the colors.

Stick Season....only the beginning

Stick Season goes on seemingly forevermore

 For the first 30 years here I saw the winter to be too colorless without green
Just look up
On a cold clear day
You see what the leaves see.

Stick Season Coming.....almost. here...

Stick season is coming

Stick Season & Still Art

Stick Season, Vermont



&

Still Art

Who are you? The Gator, The Frog, the Cat or the Tractor?

Stick Season

Stick Season

 

 

The leaves have fallen, some blown down by the outer bands of Sandy,

She devastated neighbors 100's of miles from here

and we pray for their recovery.

She is not done spinning and blowing around

and around.

Vermonters a little silent, they were ready this time for the terrible thing that was Irene

only a year ago.

Me watching the news as news idiots wade in fetid salt water,

telling everyone,

don't do as I do. Duh.

The news idiot tweets "the interstate is open", the night of the storm, not "Stay at home"

like she should have.

Then they take pictures of poor sick wet cold people.

I finally found a BBC report saying "Stay at Home". It was the most sensible message I could offer. I re-Tweeted and hit the hay.

In the morn, relieved we were OK, Vermont was OK, we were sad to hear of the human loss and losses from the storms.

I reflected again today on several news idiots before and after Sandy, saying Irene was nothing to them in NY. I remember John Gill's Farm where Levon et al did a free concert every year.

Gill's farm produces a lot of food for NYC people. They also had devastation from Irene, like Vermont did. Bet those news people don't even know where their food comes from, are those news idiots really just stick people? They do look a little stiff and they clearly do not look around and see farther than their tiny world.

The sticks shine in the dark gray days of November.

 

 

Stick Season 2

the snow melted

and left us again with

sticks and

sky.

strangely warmer than usual here,

we pause,

and gasp when the weather guy says

winter will be warmer than average.

we have heard that curse before

like last year

and we suffered some of the worst storms ever.

hush you weatherman.

Stick Season

Stick Season

was looking for an archival photo,

to help describe

the season of

sticks,

bare trees.

Found one from March '10.

The bad news,

about stick season:

 not much green

except conifers.

The good news,

more light comes through

when the sun skims the horizon

hugging tightly

until the days get longer

again.

Stick Season

When I moved to VT, it was about right now or so celestially speaking.
It was the beginning of Stick Season when
The Green Mountains are brown with some spotty evergreen trees.
This picture shows a very mild March day.
Still the sticks look like today, November, all dead looking.
Hard to imagine it all lush and green again but so goes the cycle.
Also that first year,1981, it was really hard for me to comprehend what the Green Mountains really looked like in summer. I was anxious to see, between stick season and snow on the ground until May, just what Katie had told me, what a beautiful place.