Thursday, April 30, 2009

Wolfish


Taken February 25, 2009.
Click for larger image


Giddy makes her best effort at reminding everyone that she's not exactly all dog. :)

34 comments:

  1. Morning Andi,

    Although I've only been in my chair for 30 minutes, I finally got myself up off the floor from shocked surprise. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Andi has her own blog! :)

    That's a great picture and Giddy definitely does look wolfish.

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  2. I'm going have to keep the floor clean around here if everybody is going to constantly be on it. :(

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  3. Last Day of Poetry Month
    Though this isn't about the forest which is what I wanted, it captures what I feel is Andi's spirt walking each day with the pups.

    The Rovers

    Over the fields we go, through the sweets of the purple clover,
    That letters a message for us as for every vagrant rover;
    Before us the dells are abloom, and a leaping brook calls after,
    Feeling its kinship with us in lore of dreams and laughter.

    Out of the valleys of moonlight elfin voices are calling;
    Down from the misty hills faint, far greetings are falling;
    Whisper the grasses to us, murmuring gleeful and airy,
    Knowing us pixy-led, seeking the haunts of faery.

    The wind is our joyful comrade wherever our free feet wander,
    Over the tawny wolds to the meres and meadows yonder;
    The mild-eyed stars go with us, or the rain so swiftly flying,
    Racing us over the wastes where the hemlocks and pines are sighing.

    Across the upland dim, down through the beckoning hollow-
    Oh, we go too far and fast for the feet of care to follow!
    The gypsy fire in our hearts for the wilderness wide and luring;
    Other loves may fail but this is great and enduring.

    Other delights may pall, but the joy of the open never;
    The charm of the silent places must win and hold us forever;
    Bondage of walls we leave with never a glance behind us.
    Under the lucent sky the delights of the rover shall find us.


    - Lucy Maud Montgomery
    (1874-1942)

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  4. Thanks Lisa. That was a great way to finish out National Poetry Month and being away from home.

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  5. Speellling isn't my strong suit.
    Andi's Spirit.
    Don't ya hate those fumble fingers.

    Hope you back Home soon.

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  6. Morning, floor dwellers! Sorry I was traveling and missed the floor picnic. Andi pictures (almost) every day - what a treat! Everyone dust off their trousers and have a great day - I'm back home in the sunshine, with a zillion things to do.

    Are you still in the BCFRH, andi? Sorry you won't get to play in Pittsburgh - what good are business trips if you can't have some fun at the same time? Hope you're back home soon!

    Great poem, Lisa!

    Big hugs to andi for taking the leap - and everyone else for being here!

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  7. Is Giddy really a wolfdog? I have a friend who is so into wolf rescue and so on. He'd love Giddy.

    I wouldn't worry about the floor, Andi… I still boggle at how clean the floor was around the wood stove in a picture past.

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  8. Continue praise from first posting. LOL

    I just love everything. The larger print, nice for us with older eyes. The larger slide show (how did you do that?)

    The photo of Giddy is terrific. I'd believe she is full wolf.

    The floor will stay clean with all of us falling and getting up and falling again and getting up and, well you get the picture. I had to chuckle in the first post about "I haven't even got the place properly cleaned up yet. Don't tell my mom; she'd be so embarrassed." I always say that to people coming into my house. LOL!

    Thanks so much for starting your blog and sharing with us first hand.

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  9. Oh yes, and the Astronomy Picture of the Day is a great idea!

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  10. Sorry to hog the comments, but I just have to say that your slideshow takes my breath away!!! I can't even begin to imagine how you got the photo of the spider web. Unbelievable! Thank you for sharing all of this!

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  11. umm. lovely. And the coffee's good too. (waving)

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  12. Morning, Andi and gang! I just finished packing for Malice. Going to head out a bit later--waiting for Dina to arrive at the hotel so we can check in.

    (It's all of 5 miles from my apt!) ::g::

    Giddy's pic is lovely, Andi - did you know I'm featuring a werewolf clan in book 4? I think one of them will be modeled after Giddy.

    I'll catch up to you folks later - will have the laptop and the hotel has WiFi, so won't be offline. :)

    Cheers!

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  13. Giddy looks ... contemplative. On a gray day exactly like I'm having here. Gray in the sky, gray in mood.

    But at least I'm not in a BCROD. At least not yet.

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  14. I'm thinking that if everybody is going to constantly be on the floor it's going to be impossible to keep it clean. Just get a roomba and set it loose every couple of days to grab the worst of the debris.

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  15. I'm here too and thrilled to discover that Andi is a latter day Girl of the Limberlost! (Even though I've been to the US several times I still see it in terms of Louisa Alcott, Susan Coolidge, Gene Stratton Porter and - believe it or not - Charlotte Macleod. Which gives me a rather odd view of you all!

    (Waves to Cornflower who did a lovely review of my first novel!)

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  16. What the hell, I don't get a personal invitation? See if I ever send you another personal invitation to the next blog I start, harrumph. ;)

    This place is great, thank you for setting up a little space for us to chat and gaze upon the loveliness that is your perspective of Brown County, Andi.

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  17. Jen, she thought she could ease into blogging by not really mentioning it ... ha! :-) It's nice to *see* you.

    Andi, that's one fine pic of Giddy.

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  18. Look at that - it'd help if I had my glasses on. Silly mistake:It was a blogger called CoRnflower who did me a nice review; CoNeflower is new to me so I shall go and lurk at her blog at once.
    I love Andi and Olivia's pictures, they're life-enhancing.

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  19. ::hugs Olivia::

    Heh, "ease into blogging" sounds like "ease into a mosh pit" or perhaps "ease into the thunderdome".

    (I've not been around much lately b/c my housemate gave me her bronchitis, which so far is just a wicked case of sinusitis for me, so I'm in bed a lot more than usual. Better soon, I hope, there a million things on my to do lists.)

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  20. Wow, you guys have all been busy while I've been stuck in the BCROD.

    Beth, no fun this time in Pittsburgh. I'll be back in June so maybe then.

    Farf, Giddy is a MalaMutt. No actual wolf but she definitely a close relative.

    Coneflower, thanks for the compliments and not caring that the place is messy. The slideshow is a feature at photobucket.

    Hi kb. ::waves back::

    Maria, think it would be the coolest thing in the world to have a character based on her in your book! Have fun at Malice (sounds kind weird, doesn't it).

    Hi Mary. I hope you aren't stuck in BCROD now.

    Hi Kelly. If I can run a virtual roomba, I can just virtually pretend everything is clean.

    Nicola -- the Limberlost is quite a bit north of me but I do feel a connection with Porter and her love of nature.

    Jen -- guess what! I've got a blog now! Come by. :P

    Also, I sure hope you and E get better soon 'cause I want a personal invitation to come your IRL place. :)

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  21. Smartass. (And IRL you're always invited, it's just a matter of timing.)

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  22. ugh Jen. E owes you big time. (I didn't get a personal invitation either.)

    No BCROD so far and looks like I've avoided it today.

    Lisa I meant to say earlier that I really like that poem. Hasn't National Poetry Month just flown by? Our local independent radio station has been doing "a poem a day" that happens to come in during drive time. The other day they read a poem in which the poet said she should write a poem but instead she was going to bake a pie - and sort of compared the process. I missed the title and the poet, but I really liked it. I googled but couldn't find it. Does it sound familiar to anyone? (I guess I could call the radio station, but this seems so much more efficient.)

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  23. Wow - thanks Nicola! :)

    Jen - hope you get better soon too. LOL <-- picturing Andi easing into a mosh pit. :D

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  24. Nicola, I was going to say something but I rather liked the wave so I kept quiet. ;-)

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  25. Wow, I feel like I'm late to the party...nice floor you got here. :)

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  26. Well isn't Andi's floor a popular joint.
    Waves to Coneflower--gardening expert looks like you be. I'm a black thumb but love gardens so look forward to new views.

    Maria-give Nancy a noncyber hug for us cyberfolk. And you and Dina enjoy!!

    Jen take care and feel better. We're in Swine Flu craziness in Texas. Ft. Worth and a town south of us closed schools for a week or so. I'm hoping it doesn't hit our district. Bolox up the works for sure.

    Waves to MaryB, KB,Farf, Kelly, Nicki, Olivia, and the new to me CB. Have a good evening one and all.

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  27. Lisa M, great poem. Sad to see Poetry Month come to an end. Oh well, April is the cruelest month. It reminded me of one of the first poems Andi introduced me to when I opened my eyes up to poetry.

    "How To Treat Elves"
    Morris Bishop

    I met an elf man in the woods,
    The wee-est little elf!

    Farewell National Poetry Month, see ya next year.
    Sitting under a mushroom tall--
    'Twas taller than himself!

    "How do you do, little elf," I said,
    "And what do you do all day?"
    "I dance 'n fwolic about," said he,
    "'N scuttle about and play;"

    "I s'prise the butterflies, 'n when
    A katydid I see,
    'Katy didn't' I say, and he
    Says 'Katy did!' to me!

    "I hide behind my mushroom stalk
    When Mister Mole comes froo,
    'N only jus' to fwighten him
    I jump out'n say 'Boo!'

    "'N then I swing on a cobweb swing
    Up in the air so high,
    'N the cwickets chirp to hear me sing
    'Upsy-daisy-die!'

    "'N then I play with the baby chicks,
    I call them, chick chick chick!
    'N what do you think of that?" said he.
    I said, "It makes me sick.

    "It gives me sharp and shooting pains
    To listen to such drool."
    I lifted up my foot, and squashed
    The God damn little fool.

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  28. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.... Oh, Andif, your new blog makes me sooooo happy. I was feeling so bummed about Nancy's place closing and not seeing you guys anymore. You made my day! And it's full of Andif's pix! :-D I feel like dancin', yeah.

    Hope you feel better soon, Jen.

    Thanks for the poetry, Lisa and Jimf.

    Hey, everyone. I just arrived and it feels like home already!

    Here's a quote that reminds me Andif's many pix:

    Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another. -John Muir

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  29. Giddy really does look like a wolf!

    I hope that you survived the BCROD, Andi.

    Late greetings to all.

    I've now started the process to bring my new/used car back from Utah. (To New York!) Can't wait to see it.

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  30. In honor of the weather here and poetry month, I found this:

    A Spring Rain
    by Raymond A. Foss

    The world is wet today
    luxurious, damp, drenched
    drops hug the leaves,
    anoint the still budded lilac blossoms
    before their blooming
    rich purple and plum
    made richer by their watery skin
    New leaves under the weight
    droplets heavy, hanging
    bowing the white pine needles
    undersides exposed to drink
    drink in the morning
    hushed in the rain

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  31. Bono, great quote.

    /TeacherMode/ Did you know John Muir lived in Indianapolis for a year working in a machine shop? He nearly lost his sight in an accident, decided that his life would not be spent in factories when he recovered, and began his thousand mile walk to the sea from Indiana./end TeacherMode/

    I'm sorry. I promise that won't happen too often.

    Great poem for the rains the midwest has been seeing.

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  32. Teacher mode is good, Jim! I didn't know that - it's inspiring. We all need to learn one thing a day - teach away!!

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  33. Well I survived BCROD, air travel, and doing the 70-mile drive home from the airport half-asleep. And it looks like not only did you all manage the blog just fine without me but the floor looks pretty damn good too.

    Hi bono and CG.

    Beth, teacher mode is a pain in the butt when it lives in the house with you.

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