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day 169 ~ happy solstice

Mid-summer’s Eve in the Bramlett Mountain Foothills ~ Photo by Kat Myrman 2025
fantastical indulgences 
on a mid-summer night

if I never filled another
feeder with sunflower seeds,
millet, fruit and wheat berries,
if I never broke bits of bread
tossing them into the back yard
for the crows…or laid peanuts
on the edge of the covered porch
deck for squirrels to snatch …
if I never scattered feed corn for
the deer and wild turkeys who
meander by each day at dawn
and dusk, or never dissolved
white sugar in warm water
for the hummingbird jars
hanging just outside my window…

the birds on this acre
on the edge of the woods
would still go to sleep
bellies plump and satiated,
the crows would have plenty
to feast on…nuts, insects, eggs,
and even carrion, the squirrels
would happily gather hickory nuts,
grains, berries and seeds,
the deer would munch on
juniper berries and graze on
clover with the rabbits, the turkeys
would busy themselves plucking
grubs and mites from the red dust,
and seeds from the soil, and the
hummingbirds would sip sweet
nectar from flower cups alongside
the butterflies and honeybees

these gentle friends don’t need me
life will go on when I am gone,
but oh, how I’d miss the little
community we’ve built, a utopia
based on kindness and respect
in this shared green space
that we all call home sweet home…
and I’d like to imagine that they
would miss me and my rambling
one-sided conversations too.
I wonder if they’d miss the
moments that we share space
and breath and eye contact
wrapped in grace and trust…
I like to imagine that they would

~much love, peace and glimmers to you!

✨✨✨💚kat💚✨✨✨

Today’s lovely glimmers…


day 165

becoming

said stone to the river,
“how soft you feel as
you wash over me…
but after a long season
in the deep, I am forever
changed…my soul revealed.”

~kat

The weather forecast is calling for a week of rain, and flood warnings. There is a spot in my yard where grass refuses to grow. On hot, dry days it is a slope of powdery red clay; a favorite spot frequented by turkey hens who take in a dust bath and lounge in the sun. On rainy days it becomes a mudslide with the rain water transporting the top layers down to the grassy areas. It’s a slow erosion. Over the years more and more red clay is exposed with trenches where the water has streamed through.

Our lawn guy has asked us if we want him to try planting the area. But he knows us and our love of the wildlife we share this space with. Because the turkey hens love it so much, he knows we’re good to let nature landscape our yard. And the clover? Let’s not clear that either. The bunnies and deer love it too much.

Like rocks eroded over the years into smooth pebbles by rushing river streams, this place has softened and changed us too. Well manicured lawns are for urban spaces…but here in the foothills, I am content to let moss collect in the shade. Let the rain change the landscape on the hill. It feels like home.

much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


Magnetic Poetry – Nature Kit


day 161

a magnetic poem ~ The Poet’s Kit

my heart remembers
it like it was
before the lies
before we were broken
from the ocean’s rhythmic dance
to the delicious slow kiss of
a cool breeze’s embrace
there is joy and peace

~kat

Today’s glimmer is a day late…I was a bit overwhelmed with reentry into work after a daunting two and half day travel schedule.

After trying for hours to muster the words while fighting sleep, I gave in and picked up this morning with a little help from the online magnets. I did manage to enjoy last evening breeze as the sun set. There is much I could say about the tidal turn of our country and the chaos that is happening., but I encourage you to remember what life was like before uncertainty and fear took hold.

If you are fortunate to live by the ocean, get yourself to the shore and let the sound of waves lull you to calmness and peace…that’s your glimmer!

If you, like me, far from the water’s edge, I invite you to go outside and give yourself to be ravaged by the breeze. It needn’t be a brisk breeze…just the slightest whisper will do. That’s your glimmer.

Tomorrow we march, tomorrow we advocate, but for today may the natural world hold and keep you, and help you remember who you are and how it was not too long ago…

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 133


A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth

sheltered from the rain
a moth perched under the eaves
‘twas a moist owlet!

~kat 😄

I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.

It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants. 

Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again!  Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha

Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨


day 122

beneath the white oak tree

to live in harmony
with nature, let the wind
breathe life into your soul
feel its purity deeply and
rest in the ancient knowing
that you are one
with everything you see

~kat

It was a beautiful spring morning here in my little spot on the planet. The trees have filled out and green in various shades has blossomed into a beautiful canopy. While it is lovely to take it all in, it’s good to be reminded that we are not just spectators but a part of all we see in the natural world. When I consider this fact it makes perfect sense to tread lightly on the planet, to conserve its resources and to take care of the earth just as she takes care of us.

Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat

Oh…and this guy? He’s my old cousin Tom, several times removed, of course! But family nonetheless…can you see the resemblance?! 🤣