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Mother Nature is quite ingenious when it comes to creating a rich array of living things.
In fact, if one takes time to observe the green world, one can only conclude that Mother Nature is an accomplished artist. Her fertile imagination equips her to sculpt and shape all manner of life forms but also deftly use a paint brush to add panache and pizzazz to her colorful canvas.
When Mother Nature and her Muse get together, life unfolds in unexpected ways, giving voice to stories full of wit, wonder,and wisdom. With each leaf comes a valuable lesson if your mind, body, and spirit are open to hearing the story.
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For Petal-Challenged People Only
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I saw you peering down at my speckled skin. No it's not dandruff, Virginia.
It's the work of the Devil. While Mother Nature was busy giving an important lecture on why dandelions deserved to be nurtured, even in well manicured gardens, he snuck into the flower bed, grabbed her yellow paint can and tooth brush, and began spattering me.
Frankly, my dear, what was I supposed to do? Unlike homo sapiens, plants don't whine, complain or have meltdowns. Moreover, they're not afraid to get to the root of the problem and tell the truth, that's why Mother Nature and the Big Guy in the Sky got together and covered the Tree of Knowledge with leaves just like me. The only trouble was they hadn't counted on the Devil dropping by disguised as a serpent inside a little green apple.
The moral to this tawdry tale is 1) never trust a devil with a paint brush and 2) remind Mother Nature to close the lid on the paint tin after she's finished coloring the blessed buttercups.
The Beauty of Limbs and Leaves
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"Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world any more. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf." - Albert Schweitzer
"Count your garden by the flowers,
Never by the leaves that fall,
Count your days by golden hours,
Don’t remember clouds at all;
Count your nights by stars, not shadows,
Count your life with smiles, not tears,
And with joy on this, your birthday,
Count your age by friends, not years."
- Anonymous -
How about a magical makeover?
Image Credit: Yellow Leaf in Fall - photo by contrariaN creativE
I tried hanging on to the Tree of Knowledge for another season, but wouldn't you know it the winds of change came along when I least expected it and, well here I am.
The good news is that I landed with my sunny side up. The bad news is that I got a bit bruised on the way down. All of which suggests that even a lovely leaf like me has to learn one very important lesson, that when your skin is looking sallow and the sap is running thin, it's definitely time for a magical makeover from Mother Nature.
Frankly, if cats have nine lives, I don't see why I can't come back to planet Earth as a movie star!
A little lunch bucket lore
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If there's one thing that gives me the heebie jeebies, it's three fuzzy wuzzy creepy crawlies climbing all over me.
However, if truth be told, Mother Nature did warn me about inviting the neighbors over for lunch. Little did I suspect that she was referring to these charming chaps who had me on the menu for their next meal. Now I know what Jesus must have felt like when a few creepy characters ate his pork chops at the Last Supper.
Moral to this terminal tale: Never leaf your lunch bucket open or you may end up being someone's Last Supper.
"Shall I not have intelligence of the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself?"
- Henry David Thoreau
It has a more perplexing plot line than Jack-and-the-Beanstock
Who wants to be known as a "pleasingly plump plant"?
I heard on the news the other day that we're living in the midst of an "obesity epidemic". If 70 per cent of adult Americans are overweight, it's no wonder they're complaining about having to carry the weighty problems of the world on their backs.
Okay, I know charitable organizations love "fat cats", kids adore a ride on a "portly pony", and bird-lovers can't wait to feed their "perch potatoes", but who has a passion for a "pleasingly plump plant"?
I mean, what is a plant supposed to do when the gargantuan green thumb who runs the neighborhood allotment garden, keeps dousing me with the latest environmentally-friendly nitrogen and phosphate fertilizer that's guaranteed to see humungous results or your money back. No wonder there's a warning label on every container that reads, "Keep out of reach of children".
The lesson for today is, if you want to lead a healthy and harmonious life, you better have good genes, live in the right neighborhood, and stay away from anyone offering you a "happy meal".
Image Credit: Big plant in an allotment garden taken by contrariaN creativE
My life was cut short by a digital denuding device
Image Credit: Fallen Leaves - photo by contrariaN creativE
I'll bet you couldn't survive an attack by a guerrilla gardener armed with a state-of-the-art, digital denuding device? I thought not.
Mother Nature may have created the birds, the bees, and the trees, but I guess she hadn't reckoned on the evolution of Neanderthal Man into Homer Simpson. Who could have known that my tombstone would read, "Liquidated by a Leaf Blower"?
Moral to this sob story: When turning over a new leaf and trying to escape from the clutches of an over-zealous weed whacker or Vagrant Vacuum sales person, it always helps to have either an American Express credit card or at least a "Get Out Of Hell For Free" card in your hand.
Let the images of fall will touch your heart and your soul
A superb clarinet performance by Acker Bilk, "Autumn Leaves"...perhaps this will inspire you to create a leaf that is all your own!
The Wisdom of Winter Thoughts
Image Credit: A fallen red leaf - photo by contrariaN creativE
The falling leaves of autumn are a gentle reminder of life's fleeting moments -- the coming into being of everything and the final return to Mother Earth as she makes her intrepid way through the cosmos and into the unknown eternal realm.
Without the changing of the seasons, there would be no life; there would be no fertile ground to nurture new buds nor ensure that shoots of spring have space to grow, and there would be no way for fall foliage to exit with grace knowing that they have fulfilled their purpose and will leave the world a better place.
Can a leaf like a soul lose its bearings?
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As I wandered along the sidewalk one sunny autumn afternoon, glancing occasionally over the hedges into the flowerbeds of neighbors, I noticed something out of place.
I have a penchant for spotting inconsistences in patterns. Perhaps that's because I haven't figured out where I belong. And maybe that's why I've nurtured my inborn talent for identifying with things that don't fit the mould like those proverbial square pegs and round holes or in the case of nature, those wily weeds that grow randomly in well-manicured gardens.
While I'm certainly no arborist or horticulturalist, it was rather odd to see one serated-edged leaf perched non-chalantly on a twig of that crimson and orange-colored flat-leafed bush in the garden.
For some unexplained reason, this leaf drew me closer as I began to ponder its origin and its journey. I realized that although it had fallen, at one point in time it had held its rightful place on the branch of a tree nearby. But the autumn winds had come, nudging the leaf to depart from its seasonal home, not unlike chicks being coaxed out of the nest by parents knowing it was time for them to learn how to fly.
But there was an air of mystery that surrounded the leaf that afternoon that I was destined to witness and inexorably try to unravel. Why had it lost its bearings and landed so far away from other fallen family members? Where was it going? How would it find its way back home to kith and kin?
Its appearance at this time of the year and at this point in my own journey is perhaps a gentle reminder that we are all part of the great circle of life. There is nothing to fear about the unknown or how we fit into the grand scheme of things. We all belong whether we inhabit this world or anther. And, more importantly, we are never really lost or far away from home.
Image Credit: The Heart-Shaped Leaf Copyright 2013 contrariaN creativE
Mother Nature knows that at the heart of everything is love, a communion of souls whose bond may last a season, a lifetime, and for some, it may endure for all eternity.
For Fertile Minds Only
Leafing through the pages of a good book is often a good way to provide a healthy snack for an idle mind.
This book is a gem, especially those who have an open mind and a healthy dose of curiosity to explore the unknown world of plants and what makes them.
Anyone who ever doubted that plants are sentient beings with spirits all their own that can have a powerful effect on all those who experience them will be impressed by this perceptive perspective on the healing power of the green world.
This book will appeal to all those who are prepared to enter a zone of suspended animation with their thinking caps firmly in place. A marvellous piece of unconventional scientific thinking and research that reveals what wisdom can be gleaned from the world of plants.
A good deal of food for thought here, especially if you've ever wondered how "sweetness, beauty, intoxication, and control", distinctly human qualities, may be satisfied by different plant species.
This piece of prose offers the inside story on the life of plants and trees with the help of some interesting interviews conducted by a plant psychic.
Image Credit: Raindrops on a Leaf, photo by contrariaN creativE
Won't you take a moment to look at the precious jewels of nature?
Won't you lift your eyes from your smartphone to see the magnificent magic moments that surround you?
Won't you open your heart, your mind, and your soul to the marvelous mystery of life?
How are words like leaves?
"Words are like leaves; and where they most abound,
Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found."
-- Alexander Pope from An Essay on Criticism
Or, why things are the way they are...
Image Credit: A bug bitten leaf - photo by contrariaN creativE
If Mother Nature is supposed to be so kind, compassionate, and nurturing then how come she let those brutal bugs in my backyard?
Upon more thoughtful reflection, I realized that perhaps I was being a little presumptuous. What if this was her way of reminding me that everything has its time and place in the cosmos? And like all good things do, what if my existence is but a fleeting moment, here today and gone tomorrow? What if my purpose is to enjoy my own epic journey and to realize that my leaving is a way to invite new souls to emerge and to begin their unique odyssey?
Instead of complaining about the natural order of things and throwing a hissy fit when everything doesn't go my way, perhaps I should be glad that the Tree of Knowledge exists and that I am here to appreciate it. Every time a leaf falls, it becomes part of the fertile earth that not only nurtures this tree but in doing so also sustains life on this planet.
Exploring the question of why things are the way are reveals many secrets about our intricate and aweseome universe, including the vital and never-ending cycle of birth, growth, and passing away of all things.
A Cosmic Communication
Image Credit: Veins of a Leaf - copyright © 2013 contrarian creative
Leaf us alone to absorb the last rays of the summer sun before we lose our vigor and vitality and end up in the cosmic compost heap.
"I believe a blade of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars."
- Walt Whitman
Does Mother Nature have a sense of humor?
Image Credit: Linear Thinking Leaf - photo by contrariaN creativE
Mother Nature has a sense of humor. Sometimes she reminds homo sapiens that they're not the only linear-thinkers on the planet.
Mother Nature in the Moment
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a bird sings
a spring gurgles
a wind whispers
yet in the flow
a leaf finds a home