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#SOL24-18 Alligator

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I use my arms as a long set of alligator teeth as Bird sails down the slide, and I pretend to bite her, singing 

Alligator, Alligator
I want to be your friend
I want to be your friend
I want to be your friend, too
[one final chomp, with bravado]

This child’s jingle always leads to laughter, as they evade my chomping. I am not sure which early childhood “mentor” teacher (is such silliness “mentoring”?) offered this earworm to me.

I have long wondered why one would be friends with an alligator.

What a scandalous idea to teach children, right?

Wanting to show my granddaughters a photo of a real alligator, I searched for “alligator” in my vacation photos. Google only recognized a sculpture of an alligator from someone’s backyard, taken more than a year ago.

Yet, I had taken several photos of alligators on our trip this past week to the Lowcountry, South Carolina. Where did these photos go? 

We came across several alligators. Bounteous alligators. Seriously, at least two dozen alligators, lazing about, as we meandered the island over the course of our week-long vacation. They are everywhere, these dark green mysterious dangerous beings. Everywhere you go, there are also warning signs, big bold letters about ALLIGATORS LIVE HERE and USE CAUTION. Here are the warnings:

- Assume every body of water contains an alligator
- Stay at least 60 feet (4 car lengths) away from alligators.
- Alligators are ambush predators and can move faster than you or your pets.
- Keep yourself, pets and children away from water’s edge.
- Swimming or wading is prohibited in Sea Pines’ waterways.
- Feeding or harassing alligators is dangerous and illegal.
- When fishing or crabbing do not throw used bait or fish parts into the water

I am a cautious person. I am often an obedient rule-follower. I am also curious, especially about nature. I do love to take photos when I am out and about. So I snuck a few photos, when we happened upon alligators. Obviously, very bad images from a scaredy-cat photographer, because Google didn’t even discern them as existing. Let me share them with you.

Here’s an alligator on our side of the bike path, as we turned the curve on our bikes:

Here, we saw several alligators lazing on the opposite side of a lagoon:

Here’s an alligator in the forest preserve (you can spot the warning sign, on the left):

My less-than-vivid photos show you that I was hasty, hesitant, and not hovering over alligators. The only way one can begin to discern an image is through editing the photo and zooming in. I think I will share the image of the alligator sculpture with my granddaughters, so that they might actually ‘see’ one. 

Yes, I was unnerved by these sightings. One hears and reads horrid stories about alligators attacking people. Terrifying! 

“They” say that alligators will eat anything. When their stomachs are cut open, after they die, there is evidence of trash and leaves and metal and bones and more.

Once, we heard a really loud splash as we studied a turtle at the forest preserve, and immediately wondered – wait, is there an alligator nearby? We hopped right back on our bikes, and bantered as we pedaled quickly away –

I heard their eyesight is limited. 

I heard you can’t tell if they are asleep or looking right at you. 

I heard they only run straight, so you should run or pedal away in a zigzag. 

I heard you should simply run faster than the people you are with. 

(This last advice from my witty brother.)

_______

Let me close with an alligator poem, my attempt at a playful Double Dactyl, inspired by Wendy Everard, in today’s Ethical ELA Open Write. 

Alligate-Alliwait 
Missus McGoo on bike
Slowing down taking pic
While full of fright

Step too close, pause too long
Irrecoverably
Alligate for the win 
Not pretty sight 
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#SOL24-14 Wonder

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If you and I were home, sipping tea, talking about favorite places to be, I’d assure you I love the mountains. I’d say, put me in the woods, let me hike and climb. The mountains are filled with such beauty and wonder. Yes, mountains are my most favorite place.  

But, hey, how can I deny the sea? I may not be a sunbather, but there really is no such thing as a bad day at the beach. It is glorious to walk alongside, and to be amazed. 

This old photo shows I have always loved being at the ocean, too. 

I’ve been writing a poem a day in 2024, and vacation doesn’t give me a pass. Today’s poem celebrates the wondrous sights of our beach vacation.

Hilton Head Island 

Low Tide mingles with New Moon 
Rippling waves begin to dance
Alligators sun at the lagoon
Osprey hides on a branch

Slender Fish jumps high with glee
Driftwood floats slowly along
Great Heron glides just beneath
Yellow Warbler creates a song

Shorebirds gather on found wood
Dolphins play hide and seek 
How still Snowy Egret stood
As we laze upon the beach

#SOL24-11 Beach

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We are on vacation at the beach in South Carolina and it is absolutely beautiful here. I offer you a taste of this magical setting through photos and haiku (writing format inspiration from Barb Edler’s post yesterday – thank you, Barb!).

gift of this day
waking to wisps of seagrass
sheltering our earth 

dear sweet gull soaring 
along the lapping ocean
under striated sky 

spring glides on a bike 
with a wild giddy whoosh 
across shifting sands 

pelicans in flight
holding the ocean
together

water draws the sun 
into its bounteous arms
kissing the day farewell 
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Slogging Together

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We plodded along in good cheer plus muck and mud, moving slowly. Unfortunately, the light snow from the other day, coupled with warming temperatures, created hiking havoc with the trail. Each of us slipped unexpectedly, a time or two.

It’s funny how, when falling unexpectedly, one reaches out to grab  – a movement akin to the automatic jerk our bodies make as we drift off to a deep sleep, this impulsive, desperate reach for something, anything, oh please! Hiking, one flails for another person’s flimsy jacket or a spindly sapling or a wild grasp of sheer air. That last one, oops! Down one goes. 

That was us, this hiking day. Were we hiking? Or was this an episode of Candid Camera? Thankfully, there were no bruises, no injuries, just slip slide pierced pride. Each of these goofs led to unbridled laughter together. This is why one wears old clothes. This is why one wears hiking boots. This is why one hikes with dear friends. Remember that time when . . . 

It was an absolutely marvelous day! Just look about!

Perhaps I got too busy snapping photos of all the gorgeousness around me.  A glorious winter day of bright sunshine and crisp air! How I love the woods! The next thing I knew, the trail had disappeared and we had no idea where we were or which way to head. 

This is hiking. 

There was my husband in the lead, with his hiking app open on his phone, suggesting that we start bushwhacking.

Bushwhacking –

To force one’s way through a forested or overgrown area where no path exists.  

I heard my husband say – 

“We should reach the trail soon.”

Ugh. So be it. I’m pulling up the rear here, I’ve been too lost in thought, all I can do is follow follow follow. 

I really don’t like bushwhacking. Every bramble reaches for me, snagging and harassing. I have no idea which way we are supposed to be going. It is a total trust walk – and, hmm, do I lack trust? 

Just then, 
a fluttery commotion 
within the overgrown wilds 
along the tributary 
glorious great blue heron in flight

we saw it lift off
with its choir robe wingspan 
spread so wide
sailing into the blue sky
away from us

we witnessed 
pure elegance

We would have missed this magical beauty if we had stayed on our path. There’s a message in this, yes? 

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Elusive Balance

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I went to bed a little after 10 p.m. and slept deeply for ten straight hours, only to wake up feeling oh so crummy. I wanted to snuggle deeper under the covers, and linger in bed, in the quiet, all alone.

I can be a very talkative, ‘engaging’ person with others. I enjoy meeting people and hearing their stories. But, wow, sometimes it hits me full throttle:

I am an introvert

and

must

find

a

cave

and

get

away

from 

all

humans.

Yesterday was one of those days. I had a full and marvelous weekend in the company of 20 women on a church retreat, in rural West Virginia.

The main house of the retreat center (a side view).

The surrounding nature was absolutely lovely – I always feel uplifted when I spend time in this gorgeous environment. The area is very remote with no wifi – which is nourishing, I think. I slept (poorly) in a bunkhouse with six others. I traveled to and from the retreat with two women. Conversations were rich and thought-provoking; it is one of my favorite experiences, to be on retreat. 

However, I didn’t get a moment to myself.

When I got home, I was just in time for a (planned) visit from a very dear childhood friend, who was passing through the D.C. area and able to visit for the afternoon and evening. There I was listening to more amazing stories – and finding myself 

on empty. 

Words and images were sputtering spitting spinning around in my head by the time I went to sleep – and, oh my, how to describe the bliss of laying down in my own cozy bed?

It feels terribly wrong to feel so exhausted from so much goodness.

What a gift it was, to wake up to a quiet Monday with no responsibilities or expectations. Write. Walk. Nap. Be quiet. Sip tea.

A day of renewal. 

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Acadia Travels

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I’ve just returned from a wonderful family vacation in Acadia, Maine. I missed the ‘Slice of Life’ last week for the first time in months, due to spotty wifi and unending fun. How to describe the many sweet moments and gorgeous scenery? Let me share a few photos and tales.

We explored from sandy beaches to rocky cliffs. Throughout the park, there were wild blueberries on the rocky edges of paths. Most were still a bit green for picking, but we snacked on a ripe few. There were historic cairns as guides along the trails. We had lots of animal sightings – frogs, turtles, deer, crabs, sea urchins, and more. On our first walk, just as my son and I were passing by a marshy area, a barred owl took flight not ten feet from us – magnificent! 

Deep in the woods, I stopped from time to time to listen to the delightful chatter of new-to-me birds (thank you, Merlin app, for helping me identify these precious sounds!) – red-eyed vireo, dark-eyed junco, black-capped chickadee, golden-crown kinglet, and a variety of warblers with adorable names – black-throated green warbler, yellow-rumped warbler, magnolia warbler. I heard these birds so frequently, I began to recognize their calls. 

Early morning at Cadillac Mountain, our views were obscured by mist and fog. It was exquisite, all the same – and made for somewhat cooler hiking. We hiked along Dorr Mountain trail and enjoyed more visibility as the morning progressed.

Look closely, and you can see my granddaughter Frog standing on an outcropping. I remain awed by her prowess on the challenging rock scrambles of this and other hikes – she is only four and half years old, and moves with courage, flexibility, and desire. She was amazing! I, on the other hand, have returned home with new fitness goals for myself, in hopes of being stronger for next summer’s family hiking trip. I became so fatigued on this hike, I could only climb up higher on rocks by using my two hands to lift my leg up. Oh my! 

Tony loved the hikes where you reach the summit and partake in these extraordinary panoramas. I was thrilled by these, too, but the Acadia tidal pools nourished my soul. We had planned our visits with low tide, allowing us to see the beautiful diversity of these fragile regions. The beaches filled with rounded rocks in brown, orange, red, yellow – these were absolutely exquisite. 

I am filled with many special memories from this beautiful national park. Let me close with a poem I wrote yesterday, for Ethical ELA’s OpenWrite…a ‘venn diagram’ poem about the different parts of Acadia that Tony & I loved, and the overlap between the two.

Acadia

he treasured the vistas
panoramic views from mountaintops
sweaty exertion of climbing
weaving paths negotiating roots scrambling rocks  
our hiking chatter grunts laughter
tide pools mesmerized me
close intimate looking and tiny finds
slow steady careful stepping
so many lives both strong and fragile 
waves rippling rocks
invigorating
all our senses, tingling
immersed in precious wonder
being in nature
together
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The Read Aloud

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I was the guest reader in my granddaughter’s preschool class this past week. I’ve been meaning to join them for a read-aloud this entire school year.

(This is MY school. Yes, I’m claiming it. Mine. Where I taught preschoolers for ten years before my retirement in June 2020.)

The excitement was palpable as soon as I walked in – but not because of me. The children invited me to see their caterpillar cage – three eastern black swallowtail butterflies had emerged from their chrysalises that very morning! This spring, the preschoolers have been exploring all things nature, especially, how things grow and change. There were rich learning experiences throughout the room. In addition to butterflies, there was a gardening area where the preschoolers have been growing herbs from seeds and a worm composting bin. There are pens and paper for observational drawings and lots of magnifying glasses. It was a busy and engaging room.

My granddaughter introduced me as “Nana,” which really made me smile. I have been Ms. Ingram for so long in this school – but, not to her, not to her.

I shared one of my favorite nonfiction books about worms, Wiggling Worms at Work (by Wendy Pfeffer, illustrated by Steve Jenkins) and kicked off the read-aloud by asking, what did they know about worms? Opening answer from a little friend waving their hand wildly: “I know I don’t like worms.” Hahaha. I love preschoolers! So ensued a lively book talk – with me peppering them with questions, and the children sharing their stories and wonders. I remember there was a rowdy ‘learning moment’ about using the word ‘castings’ rather than ‘poop.’ The read-aloud time passed in a flash – the next thing I knew, the book was read and our time together was over.

Learning is so unfettered when you are three and four years of age – you devour the world. What a gift to be back in the presence of these young minds, immersed in their energy, questions, and joy. 

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Talking Points

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When we are out and about, here’s what I notice –

the bearded irises are still pretty even when lounging on the lawn,
the begonia blossoms into tiny angels, and 
I'm so happy the peonies bloomed after the rains came through.


She offers me an entirely different take on the world. What does she notice?

She discovers it on cars. 
It is also popular on the lawn’s edge.
She’s been appalled to find it lurking on the front steps. 
Sometimes she stops in the middle of the street to bear witness. 
As if this wasn’t enough, in recent days, it has begun appearing on the windows at the back of our house. 

Have you guessed her obsession? 

Animal droppings. 
Especially - bird poop. Aviary guano. Foul of fowl. 

This spring has dovetailed (ooh, there’s a pun!) with toilet-training and she is riveted. Yes, this is the number one topic of my darling grandchild. (I nicknamed her ‘Bird’ - so, I suppose I should have predicted this grimy interest.) 

She has laser focus for every sighting. On our neighborhood walks, she gasps with alarm, needing to pause and inspect. She demands that every soiled area be cleaned up, immediately - and has been less than impressed when I refuse to do so, steering her away from the find. 

The rule ‘out of sight, out of mind’ does not apply. Each of these moments is treasured in her mind, and shared as the primary gossip of the day. 

What did you do, today, hon? 
There was bird poop on the window!

Who knew the world could be full of such mystery and wonder? 


I offer a simple poem, to remember this developmental stage of hers.
window washing

the gutters 
at back of house
are a favorite stop
for winged loiterers

heralding
foul of fowls
up, in, around

all to her delight
each discovery
so exciting

Nana! Gotta clean!

and so
spray and towel in hand
windows flipped open
I scour scrub rub  
sparkle shine
polishing away streaks

and she 
is right at my side
inspecting

Nature Triolets

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We have been having a bright and sunny spring, day after day of low humidity and mild temperatures. (Also, our spring has been rather frighteningly bereft of rain – oh, but who needs to worry about such things when the sun is shining?) (I do, honestly, I do.) 

I glanced through my camera roll for inspiration for today’s slice, and realized – with the exception of countless photos of the grandchildren – I have three fun categories of nature photos from the past couple of weeks:

One: shadows, 

Two: trees touching the sky,  and 

Three: my favorite spring tree: the redbud (which is in full bloom right now, here in the Mid-Atlantic – you see these purple blossoms popping up everywhere).

Well, I can’t just share photos and call it a slice, can I? (I suppose I could.) 

Then, I saw Fran Haley’s inspiration on Ethical ELA’s Verselove, to write a triolet. Let me revisit those three categories of photos and share some happy spring triolets with you…and then I’ll call it a slice, lol. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them. This poetry form seems just perfect for capturing moments in nature, I think.

water play

sun and shadow in water play
dancing bobbing moving
to happen upon this sight this day
sun and shadow in water play
honestly, it takes my breath away
the image all-consuming
sun and shadow in water play
dancing bobbing moving
how hope emerges

purple buds upon the branches
showing how hope emerges
each little blossom simply prances
purple buds upon the branches
unconcerned about their chances
following perceptive urges
purple buds upon the branches
showing how hope emerges
striving together

trees strive for the sky
holding onto one another 
gently stretching way up high
trees strive for the sky
look up, as you pass by
how they form a loving cover
trees strive for the sky
holding onto one another 
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SOLSC #24 – Blooming

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It wasn’t simply Tony and I that were oh-so-pleased to have our home remodeling completed this past fall – my houseplants are overjoyed, too. They have been basking in the open floor plan and the extra light this great room now offers. They have grown and flourished over the winter. Let me tell you about this happiness. 

Most of the remodeling was completed while the weather here in Maryland was still quite warm, so I moved the larger plants outside, to avoid the drywall dust, chemicals smells, and other hard aspects of the construction process. 

Unfortunately, their time ‘in the wilderness’ coincided with some powerful rainstorms. One week when I was away from home, they received a torrent of watering, unlike anything they had ever experienced before. Every houseplant was swamped with water. I had to lay their pots on the side and drain them as best I could. Plant “TLC” began in earnest, and their return to the house in mid-October was a time of love and rejoicing. 

Hardy plants like the philodendron and the dracaena recovered quickly. The fern was bent and nearly broken in two; I have been encouraging its strength with a velcro tie. This fern is probably my oldest plant, given to me in the late 1990s by my mother, on a rare trip by her and my father to our house for Thanksgiving. The fern sits happily by the light of the french doors, and is simply bursting with these fun yellow ‘seed’ flowers. 

I was quite worried about my peace lilies; their leaves were torn and ragged, they were badly beaten by these late summer storms. You wouldn’t know it now! They are healthy and strong, vibrantly reaching upwards, as if exclaiming “YES!! WE ARE HOME!!” Here is one’s photo; you can see new growth happening:

Let me tell you about dear Anthurium; this personality owns the room and wants her story shared. Anthurium (and, yes, I call her by her full name) was a thank you gift from a parent at the end of a school year, some six or seven years ago. She is a smallish plant, about one foot in circumference, and I didn’t put her outside during the remodeling, I simply kept her upstairs – with plastic curtains at the stairwell keeping her apart from all the construction mess. 

Fresh from the florist’s shop, she was regal: shiny green leaves and two of the most perfect bright red, waxy, heart-shaped flower spikes. These cheery flowers bloomed for many months, and then began to fade, finally disappearing entirely. We were working on our communication. Unlike most of my houseplants, I had trouble understanding Anthurium’s needs. I found her to be a rather exhausting combination of aloof and demanding. She finds it very hard to relax. I want to call her “prissy” but she is a friend, and that feels quite rude. 

Finally, I found the perfect room for her: the upstairs guest room. Anthurium lives at the edge of bright and sunny, not wanting to be out ‘mixing’ with others – afraid she will fry her leaves – but definitely not receding into the shadows. She is a wee bit needy, expecting me to check in every day, offering her water; she likes her soil ‘just so’ – not dry, not overwet, just right. 

Her guest room home is also known as Bird’s room, and Anthurium dearly missed hearing Bird’s chatter from the nearby crib while the kitchen and family room were remodeled. Bird was gone for many months, and, of course, construction dust and noise kept straying up the stairs, messing with her perfect little world. I feared Anthurium wasn’t going to make it through. 

Well, Anthurium has proven to be as strong and resourceful as her housemates. Anthurium is so excited that the remodeling is complete that she is celebrating with a new flower – look closely, this sweet red growth is just beginning, a mere inch in length at present. I’m excited to watch her bloom!

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