Lullaby in Blue


LULLABY IN BLUE
by Betsy Sholl

The child takes her first journey
through the inner blue world of her mother’s body,
blue veins, blue eyes, frail petal lids.

Beyond that unborn brackish world so deep
it will be felt forever as longing, a dream
of blue notes plucked from memory’s guitar,

the wind blows indigo shadows under streetlights,
clouds crowd the moon and bear down on the limbs
of a blue spruce. The child’s head appears—

midnight pond, weedy and glistening—
draws back, reluctant to leave that first home.
Blue catch in the mother’s throat,

Adopting a Dog? Something You Should Know

Many loyal followers of this blog are animal lovers and I know that some of you are involved in animal rescue in one form or another.  I have recently become aware of a rather sad situation involving a well-meaning but misguided animal rescue “organization” in my community that is actually more of a hoarding situation than a true rescue group.  According to the ASPCA, many people who are operating so-called rescue organizations are actually people with animal hoarding issues.  I found this on their website:

Get Yer Hash Here

Yesterday we recorded our fourth Hash Hags broadcast!  I hope you all have had a chance to listen to at least one of the shows.  It’s so easy. Just click on one of the links below and the show will play from your computer.  You can listen while you do the dishes or fold laundry. You can listen to it on your ipod while driving in the car or perhaps while exercising at the gym.  Why am I pestering you about listening to the show?  Because we are having a BLAST doing them and are anxious to hear feedback from listeners.

Moon Shadows

 

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Did everybody see the wonderful photo that was being posted all over the internet of the “Super Perigree Moon” last night.   You can view it here.   I’m curious about how the photographer captured the moon that way, as every time I try to photograph the moon when it looms large and low above the horizon, it appears in the photograph as just a regular-sized moon. Its enormity, when viewed on occasion, in its early ascent above the earth’s horizon, is due to something called “Moon Illusion.” I blogged about it once.  It’s a trick of the eye, an illusion. The moon is no bigger when it’s low on the horizon, than it is when it’s high in the sky and smaller-looking.  That’s why when you try to photograph it, it looks small.  So I’m curious about how the photographer captured the image in the link, of the blood-red moon above the Lincoln Memorial.

Not Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf

What an amazing moon last night. It was so bright that I  walked up to the barn around ten and didn’t even bring a flashlight, which was very brave, as our handyman recently took a photo of what he insists is a wolf and not a coyote on our property.  I would show you the photo but even I couldn’t make out the so-called wolf in the photo.   He said it loped off too fast.  But he kept showing me the photo of the woods and the dark, muddy trail.  ”It was no coyote.  I’ve seen coyotes all my life, that was no coyote and it wasn’t a dog, It was a wolf.” he said.  I just nodded and stared at his phone with the photo of trees.

Oh, I Forgot to Tell You Something

A few weeks ago I was asked to do a Q & A on a blog called Drinking Diaries. I recalled reading other author interviews on that blog and I wondered if bloggers Leah Odze Epstein and Caren Osten Gerszberg somehow knew about my drinking history.  I don’t ever write about it, and really don’t talk about it much, but I don’t drink anymore.

Dear Abby

I just spoke to Terry, the owner of Abby the mare who was rescued by the Washington, CT Fire Department yesterday and she reported that Abby is doing very well today.  Terry has been hand-walking her (leading her) around the yard, but mostly she’s been in her barn, resting. Terry gave me permission to post these photos of the mare’s rescue and extends her thanks to all the volunteers on the scene.

This is how the mare looked when I arrived:

Getting Up

Some of our crew (Courtesy Bernie Meehan)

This past weekend I attended an EMS Symposium put on by the EMS Institute at Sharon Hospital. There were various workshops scheduled throughout the day and though I was looking forward to the discussions on treating victims of seizures and concussions in the field, I was most excited about a workshop called “Technical Equine Rescue Operations.” It was being taught by veterinarian Peter Conserva who has lots of experience in rescuing large animals in precarious situations. He was involved in the airlifting of a horse off the side of a mountain a few years back.

Home Sweet Home

This is what I found when I arrived home last Monday  (video courtesy of Bernie Meehan):

The Week That Was (Part II)

Nap? Coma?

So where did I leave off? Oh yes, Denis was up at the barn pouring grain into the horses’ feed buckets and Lulu and Gomer were issuing threats from the invisible fence line.  When Denis opened the barn doors to allow the horses in, Gomer shot across the fence line, but this time he made a grave miscalculation.  He ran right into the center of their little herd. The three horses were clustered together and, so eager were they for their supper that they didn’t notice Gomer’s approach, even though Denis was hollering at him to get the hell out.  All Denis saw was Gomer running into the group of horses and then there was some loud yowling and yelping, and Gomer ran out of the field and down to the house.