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Phenology – Friday’s Word of the Day Haibun


Happy Friday. Today’s dictionary.com Word is Phenology. According to dictionary.com, “Phenology entered English in the 1880s as acontracted variant of phenomenology, with restrictionto climatic phenomena.” It is defined as “the science dealing with the influence of climate onthe recurrence of such annual phenomena of animaland plant life as budding and bird migrations.”

After a further bit of research I learned that the study of phenology goes back thousands of years and is in fact one of the oldest sciences dealing with the natural world. According to the website, Windows to the Universe, “The Chinese are credited with the first written phenological records dating back to around 974 B.C. For the past 1200 years, observations of the timing of peak cherry blossoms in Japan have been recorded.”

I also learned that there are a number of proverbs and sayings that refer to phenology. Here are a few that I found:

“If oak’s before ash, you’re in for a splash. If ash before oak, you’re in for a soak”.

And another version along this line…

“If the oak is out before the ash, ‘Twill be a summer of wet and splash; If the ash is out before the oak,’Twill be a summer of fire and smoke.”

“In like a lion, out like a lamb”

“Christmas in clover, Easter in snow”…

“Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.”

Windows to the Universe explains: “Phenological observations have been used for centuries to maximize crop production, prepare for seasonal allergies, and anticipate optimal wildflower viewing conditions. Today, this well established science is used to track the effect of global warming and climate change on organisms and to make predictions about the future health of the environment.”

Did you know that scientists have tracked and discovered that the beginning of spring starts a week earlier in Europe in recent years? I didn’t. It’s called “season creep” and it is the sort of things that Phonologists study. 

Phenology is obviously an important science…for those of us who believe in science. 😉 Some cool new scientific terms I learned in my research include “green up” and “brown down”, having to do with infrared wavelengths from the sun. Can you guess which phenophase is being described by those words? Tick tock tick… Spring and Fall of course. Clever! Tracking green ups helps to identify species of plants that contribute most to the “infrared reflectance values”; a process is called “ground-truthing”. Another cool term!

There is so much more to learn about phenology. Do rev your google engines and learn more if you are a nature lover…or just curious. Or peruse an Old Farmer’s Almanac for that matter. I, on the other hand have a Haiku to write! Have a great weekend!

What force spurs seasons
to greening flush and browning?
Phenologists know!

~kat


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 July 2017


“Happy Sunday!”

“Happy, you say?!”

“Well, in a transcendental, metaphysical, quasi-spiritual, dreamy, optimistic sort of way, yes, happy. And it is a fact that it is Sunday…unless you reside in the Far East…then it is almost Monday…but I divagate.”

“You what?”

“Divagate….as in digress? Remember? The new word we learned this week.”

“You’re such a diva!”

“Am not! You are! But back to your original question, ‘happy, you say?!’ … yes, I take it you’re not.”

“Well, how can anyone be happy when everything in the world is spiraling out of control?”

“Take a Dramamine?”

“Come on! Global warming, a heath care bill that is going to kill people, an insane, mean old man running the country, Russia (need I say more?), collapsing infrastructure, the assault on our public schools, voting rights, gerrymandering, voter suppression, nationalism, travel bans, ageism, misogyny, racism, homophobia, religious profiling, insane tweets, the wall…”

“Feel better yet?”

“No, I’m just getting started. And just you wait. Tomorrow something else will happen to prove  we’re all up shit’s creek without a paddle. So forgive me miss giddy twinkle shoes if I can’t be happy right now! I’m mortified! It’s terrifying!”

“Oh, but you can. Be happy that is. It’s all a choice. It only takes a second.”

“Harrumph! Delusional you mean!”

“No. Happy. Right here, right now, this moment. Let me show you. First, close your eyes…now think about something that makes you happy.”

“You mean used to…”

“Give it a chance. And you opened your eyes…start over. Close your eyes…think happy something…anything. Got it?”

“Yeah. Okay now what?”

“Now take a deep breath in. Imagine yourself completely enveloped by your happy thing…don’t breathe out just yet…imagine…okay now…slowly…let it go. Feel better?”

“I do actually. I get it. I remember. Thanks self for pulling me off the ledge one more time.”

“Don’t mention it. We’re in this together you know. Happy Sunday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give you that. It’s happy enough, given the circumstances.”

“You’re exhausting!”

😳😊😟😉😜😀😢😣😐😘😌☺️😒😅😮

And…welcome to my world! My mind battles itself regularly. Yeah, the world is a bit, chaotic these days, but it’s important to unplug when it gets to be too much.

We’re gonna survive this, like we have survived every trying time in our history. I’m not going to tell you, “don’t worry, be happy”. That is a bit delusional, and it is important to stay engaged as a member of “we the people”. But…there is nothing wrong with divagating into your happy place every now and again.

Look! There goes a butterfly! A beautiful graceful butterfly…and there! Look! A flower! Oh, and I just noticed someone being kind…Wow! It’s not as hard as you think.

So…Happy Sunday y’all! I hope you can find your happy, if even for just a moment, this week. Just remember to breathe. ❤️

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 2 July 2017

If people only knew
never say it…only
smoldering remains
weeps perfume when crushed
from obsidian to glass
Some souls find heaven in hell’s corridors.
look! a butterfly!
divagating tweeted blips,
because that is what those with the truest hearts do
softly
magic is in the air
make love bloom
dreamers ask,
“why not?”

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 June 2017


What do you cling to? Or put another way, what clings to you? Either way you’re pretty clung-up. At least that’s my take on it. Whether I’m a clinger or a cling-ee, chances are I’m carrying around a heavier load than I need to.

It reminds me of the first time I went skinny dipping in a crystal clear, frigid Canadian lake under the golden glow of the full moon. It was several decades ago but I still remember how I felt. How the unabashed freedom of that moment made every cell in my body come aliv.

These many years later I realize I have layers upon layers of stuff that I’ve collected over time. Whether it’s clinging to me or I’m clinging to it doesn’t matter. What matters is that once I finally release those things, I’ll find that I get along swimmingly without them. Like clothes and skinny dipping. That stuff just weighs you down.

Come on in! The water’s fine! 😉

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 18 June 2017

o, how i could linger
but it’s brilliant…
it’s for the best
sucked into oblivion
no one can steal a soul
expostulators may rant
this game is over
the bloom undulating just below the surface
devouring me slowly
though you are crushed
a bit of chocolate
in stone
retrospect gleans the good from not

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.


The Crucible

This week Rochelle gave us a rather bleak photo prompt for her Friday Fictioneers challenge. I ruminated over it for a day, fighting my first impression; one of heartache, loss and destruction because, quite frankly, I am weary of of reality this week. Every day small fragile men find new ways to trample on the things we hold dear. Today, not content to destroy just our nation, our horrible leader took steps to ravage the earth our home. So I needed a bit of hope.

PHOTO PROMPT © KARUNA


The Crucible

The massive brush fires expanded their reach into neighboring homes licking at their foundations before ravaging the stick frames that held them together. Fire doesn’t discriminate once it contorts into its frenzied surge, consuming furniture, clothing, family photos and other treasures.

Precious though they may once have been, they are dross, but the tempest has no power over memories that emerge in the hearts of those left behind.

Memories remain, cherished all the more by living survivors who realize while sifting through the ashes, that they, and those that they love, are the greatest treasure of all.

~kat
(97 Words)


Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 May 2017


Happy Sunday! I am enjoying a long weekend away from the hustle and bustle of work. There is a saying, “We live for the weekends.” It’s a sad saying, don’t you think? It implies that there is something wrong with weekdays; something less than about them in our minds.

Yes, I get the gist of it. Weekdays are the days we toil to survive, so that when we clock out on Fridays we have our own time to savor the fruits of our labor.

We jam our weekends full of activities that we don’t have time for during the week. We play. We visit friends and loved ones. We have parties. We take lazy afternoons naps. We spend time in nature, sun on our face, grass or sand between our toes. We wear our comfortable clothes. We recharge so we can do it all again; the toiling. It’s a never-ending cycle. Some would say, a rut. But that is life.

An average lifetime of 80 years is 4171 weeks. That’s 4171 weekends. That’s only 200,228 hours. In a world of millions, billions, and trillions. It is a speck. It hardly seems enough. It’s not. Especially when we dismiss the other five days of the week as less than. As days we must toil through so that we can “live” for two.

As I reflect on this week’s ReVerse I am reminded that a day is a day is a day. Mondays are not horrible task-mastering beasts. Tuesdays are not extensions, the lesser beasts of Monday. There is no hump, no pinnacle defining moment about Wednesdays, and Thursdays are not 11th hour, line drives into finish, to Fridays. There is nothing magical about Fridays. Or weekends for that matter.

This realization, this eureka moment buys me back a bit more time if I recognize that each moment counts. 29200 days, 700800 hours, 42,048,000 minutes, 2,522,880,000 seconds. Aside from the fact that by buying into the myth of weekends, I have squandered so many of those moments, it is still not enough. Here on the cusp of my 61st year I have maybe 599184000 moments left, give or take, which means I have a bit of catching up to do if I’m going to live for each moment, not just the weekend.

But the good news for me, for all of us, is that if we pay attention, if we are present in the moment at hand, it can hold a lifetime’s worth of blessings. Good things do come in small packages. I finally understand eternity. It is not looking back eons with the regrets that loom, it’s not looking forward, as we tend to do when we think of eternity, as something unreachable “out there”. No. Eternity is NOW exploding in all directions, brilliant and breathtaking. I need only remind myself to breathe and I am there.

Have a wonderful week!

Shi Sai Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 May 2017

what are you doing
better than bagging groceries
that says, “love of mine, remember me”, the dark, the light, fierce honesty, authenticity.
it has potential
acting out as an adult years later,
conspirators cackling
fools seek miracles
Inspirations, oft’ Kitschy,
wide eyes and windows
she gave her head
they want your freedom
…quiet it all by filling your
head with daydreams

~kat

A shi sai or ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the shi sai features the words of one writer,providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.