In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes*; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?



This is why I take walks. . .

This is the outfit that let me stare at a deer for twenty minutes without spooking her. . . . Yes indeed, and right out in the open too! I had taken a nice walk in the cool autumn wet and was on my way back when I noticed that the sky was periwinkle in the south. I have hardly ever used that word, but it was the only one that fitted that lovely sky streaked with creamy clouds. I went up on the ridge of the line-fence and leaned on a moss and lichened post. I was determined to gaze at that sky good and long, because I couldn't secure it with the camera whose battery was dead. After a minute, I suddenly realized that there was a White-Tail doe in the bean field between me and the sky, and not very far off either. I froze instantly, but the doe was far from running away. Almost at once, she turned full around to look at me, and we looked at each other for several minutes. No doubt she was endeavouring to discover what sort of creature I was. One of those clumsy bipeds apparently, quite unnaturally standing still.
Then, to my surprise, she started to walk toward me. . . maybe forty steps, until along with her eyes and nose and large ears, I could see her tongue flick in and out. The doe turned then toward the corn field on my left. . . slowly, stopping to peer at me, twitch her tail and bob her head. At last I discovered that these gestures of tail and neck probably had not been meant for me, but for the tiny ears I saw poke from the beans, or to the creature that owned them. Yes, a fawn! A late one most likely, small enough to hide all but its ears and nose in the bean field as it came up to its mother. Doubtless this was the reason the doe had not sheered off more quickly, yet even now they seemed in no hurry to leave. The mother nibbled at the plants, and then looked up to watch me; the fawn watched and followed its mother. They started meandering away, taking their time, but keeping an occasional eye on me. Even once they were over the horizon I waited a little to make sure they were gone. I looked at my watch and I had been standing there for fifteen or twenty minutes!


Doesn't that look like Sherwood Forest? I bet a few merry-men would fit in those vines...


Leah said...

Dearest Olivia,
this post has brought me so much joy! It put me walking right along with you, resting on that lichened post and gazing at the sky with you. Your tree pictures bring me so much pleasure because I know exactly what they look like in real life. And your outfit! Can you get any more delicious? I don't think so...

Fred & Leon said...

This was such a lovely post to read. You are so very poetic in nature... I love that about you. <3 Thanks for sharing! I always look forward to your posts. :)
Love you, Livi!


Katya said...

How marvelous to be with a doe that long. How wonderful the stillness and the autumn breeze and the quiet aliveness of the deer. You woodland fairy.
Your outfit makes me very happy. Moss green shawl and blue knitting needle indeed. You're just lovely is what.
I love the sherwoodish tree, though I must confess having a terrible urge to pull it all down and make a wreath. Maybe it's lovely enough that I'll let it stay there. Even in my mind.
So glad you posted, sis.

Auntie Meredith said...

Livi, years ago we were vacationing in Beech Mountain, NC. The owners of the cabin we'd rented left us a note telling us to be sure to go to a particular field and to take with us apples and carrots, to call out "Nikki", and to just wait. No other explanation was given. We went obediently one morning, and to our delight a deer came out from the woods, walked right up to us and ate from our hands while we stroked her back. It was a wonderful surprise!

As to your picture of Sherwood Forest, I am having visions of you as Maid Marion and of Katie with a mascara goatee. Hee hee! And do you remember the quarter staff match between a 4 foot tall Ben and a much larger Lyndsay-Little John? Those are some very fond memories! (Which I will probably now get in trouble for making mention of here!)

Fred & Leon said...

Oh Live.....!!!!! You're so beautiful<3