Everything Little Thing It Does is Magic

Maybe "It" is New England. Maybe "It" or "She" is the community of humans experiencing this life and smashing into each other like the movie "Crash". I think "It" or "She" is the whole dang planet and everything IS magic.

Case in point: Donna helped me hang 26 works at the Simsbury Public Library, which is a great place within a great place. We popped across the streeet for a great lunch at Peaberry's and hit Rosedale Farms on our way back home. http://www.rosedale1920.com/about-us.html. They were having a wine tasting of their own vineyard's product...6 one ounce tastes for $9.While it seemed like a good deal we thought we would move on with the corn, peaches and strawberries we plucked from their stand.

In the meantime I am keeping pace with Audubon's education regarding arctic creatures you might not be aware rely on the arctic. http://policy.audubon.org/alaska-arctic-page

Each animal is becoming an art piece that works with the Inuit legends and stories that are told and retold to this day. One of the ways the Inuit coped with cultural change brought on by contact with other peoples is to make art...does life get better than that? All right, I am biased. But dramatic climate change is pushing up the pace on change all around the arctic, for human and animal alike. The Audubon Society wanted to know if I knew peregrine falcons relied on arctic wilderness. Yep. Knew that...but I didn't have any idea I would look up from my perch in our living room to find a peregrine falcon clinging to the deck. I assume the gorgeous bird had just missed a bird snack at one of the feeders but it was an amazing site that has yet to be repeated. Suddenly, what the arctic and I have in common closed it circle. Every little thing she does is magic.

When you live in a small town gossip and innuendo are your bedfellows and I had heard (but, truthfully, not believed) that a peregrine was nesting on the high power lines about a mile away. I still have no confirmation except for that one winter moment when the unmistakable peregrine mask stared at me from 20 feet away on my own deck. Recently we have had suspicious sightings of small falcon shapes...not quite sharp-shinned hawk definitely not american kestrel (goodness I miss them). Crank open my identifying mind and eye? Again, yes. Always look for the magic!