Janustory - Wrap Up

It's been a crazy tradeshow week, so I haven't been posting. Here's the last threads of the little experiment I call Janustory:

27.       Running up to the tip of the highest hill and back each day, I am finding new muscles that constantly complain, ignoring the need for constant vigil.

28.       I am heartily sick of cold crab meat, but they are the easiest to catch in the myriad tide pools that are lined with colorful anemones and starfish.

29.       Having decided that this poor island may be my forever home, I’m headed into the trees to find more permanent shelter, yet I cannot give up hope of rescue.

30.       At last, at last, a beautiful big industrial freight ship has spotted my giant whipping flames and is turning rapidly about towards my solitary island, searching for this lonely traveler.

31.       As I watch the retreating frothing waves, I remember my long days and shimmering star-filled nights, but my heart lifts like the bouncing bow at my return to my dearest love.

 

This has been great fun to create and has really helped spark creativity elsewhere. Not to mention, re-start this blog. I hope you have enjoyed the journey!

Janustory - Day 26

Today's installment: Will I miss this stretched out solitary time, filled with searing sun, diamond stars, and a bone white moon that calls my name at darkest midnight? #janustory #wordcount26

Winter makes me want to hide away in my own little world. I do my best thinking while alone, which is why my hour commute on country roads is actually rather nice. I can tune out and let the brain simmer away on whatever problem. Yet, I still like to be connected. Today, a photo of a solitary spider - all alone, but still within a web.

Janustory - Day 25

Today's installment: I have constructed a beacon of driftwood and relentless hope, praying for some sign of a ship or boat to carry me away from here. #janustory #wordcount25

Beacons cause us to pause and re-evaluate. The lone pine on a hill, the fire in the distance, cause us to stop and seek meaning. Today, we went to the funeral of the father of a friend. He was a man who gave of himself boundlessly and was a beacon of joy and laughter. He is a bright laughing flame in my memory and I am richer for having him walk through my life.

Snowdrops for remembrance

Janustory - Day 24

Today's installment: I am rapidly giving up hope of ever seeing a human again and although the glowing plankton is quite beautiful, I miss real conversation. #janustory #wordcount24

One of these days I'll see glowing plankton in real life. It hasn't quite made it to my bucket list, but it's in the wings. So instead, I'll settle for flowers glowing in the sun.

Geranium 'Rozanne'

Janustory - Days 21, 22 & 23

Social commitments and work have put me behind on posting here. To catch up:

Day 21: Yesterday, a torrential riot of a thunderstorm bristling with sizzling lightning, washed away my makeshift tent and drowned my nascent fire.

Day 22: Shivering, I have scoured the jagged black volcanic rocks, hoping and praying for a miraculous find brought forth from the watery depths.

Day 23: I may finally have mastered the ancient skill of making fire as I managed to get another tuft of carefully scraped fibers lit.

I'm having a lot of fun with this project. It's forcing me into creativity and sparking those neural pathways that expand my brain. Like a flower expanding its petals, working through creative problems causes new muscles to kick in and something beautiful appears.

Japanese anemone

Janustory - Day 20

Today's installment: If I had a calendar, today would get circled as I finally managed the human race’s most basic achievement: fire. #janustory #wordcount20

It's the little things that keep us going. The unforeseen compliment, the pat on the back, the flower blooming stubbornly in the crack in the sidewalk. I like to try to find something beautiful in every day, be it a crescent moon or the line of a branch in an ancient tree.

Janustory - Day 19

Today's installment: The blue butterflies have been following me and I’m beginning to worry they may have it in for me. #janustory #wordcount19

Butterflies. So elusive and so seductive. We have a few native blue butterflies, but if you think they'll hold still for picture, forget it. Sometimes, you can sneak up on a monarch. Instead of blue butterflies, we have a butterfly on blue salvia. Enjoy!

Janustory - Day 18

Today's installment: It must be my 3,482^nd attempt at starting a fire by rubbing twigs and still I am unsuccessful. #janustory #wordcount18

As a home gardener and a professional horticulturist, you lose some battles. I've lost count of how many plants haven't made it in the gardens. Ravages of weather, water, rabbits, and increasing shade have caused the contents of the beds to evolve and change. Then, there are complete mysteries. I can't grow clematis. I have tried. I have given them what is supposed to be ideal conditions, babied them, prayed over them and cursed them out. No deal. There's been many attempts and I fear my last one is truly a goner. 'Claire de Lune', I so wanted you to succeed.

Janustory - Day 17

Today's installment:  Is that scrap of white on the waves a ship or merely a lost and wandering cloud? ‪#‎janustory‬ ‪#‎wordcount17

Clouds are amazing things. A cluster of water vapor that can resemble fabulous beasts or superfine sugar, clouds delight and amaze us. In the Midwest, I am spoiled for big skyscapes. For some reason, I'm attracted to the dunes in winter, when few people are out and Mother Nature offers spare, elegant skies.

Janustory - Day 16

Today's installment: The small vine fibers are more or less successful for macramé but I’m getting blistered fingers. ‪#‎janustory‬ ‪#‎wordcount16

Tomorrow we head into the deep freeze with highs in the single digits. We shall see how frosty the front door becomes and if the cats will get over their animosity enough to cuddle together. In the meantime, a picture of a gardenia in all its tropical loveliness.

Janustory - Day 14 & 15



monarch chrysalis


The next installments:

The howling loneliness is all consuming and now even cannibals would be ready company.

With giant waxy leaves and vine fibers, I have managed to fashion a rain funnel.

#janustory #wordcount14 #wordcount15

So this week has been one of death. The world has lost major musical and acting talent and my world has lost a friend's grandmother and a friend's father. So far, today has not brought any more news of personal death, but the night is still young.

Death is ugly, messy, frightening, and heartbreaking, yet it can also be beautiful. We find a lot of interesting dead things when you work in the middle of a prairie and grow plants in hoop houses. There's a lot of frogs, for example, and butterflies. When you have a literal ton of flowers, you get a lot of butterflies, and let's face it, most butterflies don't live very long.

Because we find them beautiful, we have collected a variety of dead things. My friend Susan has been creating extraordinary collages and tableaus on her seed sowing table. In memory of those who have left you, I give you Susan's extraordinary eye for the stunning loveliness that can be found in nature at all stages.

Oh, and we find a lot of nests, too, which are in themselves works of art.

Janustory - Day 13

Today's installment: These tropical dawns are pretty spectacular, but how do I signal a ship? #janustory #wordcount13

Speaking of dawn, it's pretty awesome to work in a prairie sometimes. The light is amazing at dawn and dusk. Plus, you get freezing fog which turns the landscape ghostly and haunted. Goldenrod never looked so elegant!

Janustory - Day 12

Today's installment: I wait for the water cup to fill and nurse bloodied feet. #janustory #wordcount12

Today, a video. My workplace is rural and in the middle of corn and soybean fields. The drive is beautiful and quite inspiring until it snows. Then it takes twice as long and is fraught with peril. However, blowing snow, especially at 25 to 30 mph is beautifully hypnotic.

Janustory - Day 11

Today's installment: The blue butterflied do not seem to appreciate my rasping storytelling. #janustory #wordcount11

Capturing butterflies is an exercise in patience. Monarchs are particularly skittish. So when you get a good shot, you share it!

Janustory - Day 9 & 10

Yesterday's installment: With a battered pocket knife, I now can feast. #wordcount9

Today's installment: Never one for sushi, I begin to see the appeal. ‪#‎janustory‬ ‪#‎wordcount10

Last night we got about a half inch of snow and more ice. Yay January! Finally, winter seems to have shown up. It's still not cold enough to kill off Japanese beetle, but maybe the single digit temps the next few days will finish off some of the more delicate of the pest population. This photo reminds me of frozen dew.

Janustory - Day 8

Today's entry: Storm washed remains of ship contain unforeseen treasures. #janustory #wordcount8

How many times have we discovered unforeseen treasures in the garden? Living in a 1929 Sears kit house means my soil is filled with random bits of flotsam and jetsam that surface when working. I must wear gloves for the pieces of glass, broken china, clinkers, rusty nails and whatever else turns up. In winter, orchids can be unexpected jewels that remind us there are wonders around each corner of Mother Nature.

Janustory - Day 7

Today's installment: Fresh spring water dribbles, coats only tongue. #janustory #wordcount7

Water. It's a curse and a blessing. This year, we've seen record rains and storms across the country. Rivers in Illinois are still in flood stage - in January!! All that rain also replenished the Great Lakes, especially Lake Michigan. So today, I have an appropriate photo for the above text - the beach in Indiana in January.

Janustory - Day 6

Today's installment: Alone, I wander the broken beach. #janustory #wordcount6

I'm rapidly realizing that the pictures I want to share have nothing to do with the above chapter. Today, I'm captured by patterns in nature. Mathematically wondrous are the angles of a leaf! Perhaps reminiscent of the patterns of waves?

Janustory - Day 5

Today's installment: Eyes gritty, watching moon rise. #janustory #wordcount5

I am thankful that the days are gradually getting longer. With a rural commute, daylight becomes more important when driving where there are no streetlights and farms are sprinkled intermittently. So today, I give you a photo of a glorious sunset because taking pictures of the sickle moon is particularly tricky.

January Sun

First, the next installment:

Tiny crab stalks prey. #janustory #wordcount4

Also, today was a rare sunny day in January. After about ten days of clouds, rain, sleet, freezing rain, snow, and a few other kinds of precipitation, the silvery sun of January is pretty magical. I understand why some Scandinavians take the time to sunbathe for 15 or 20 minutes in winter.

Clematis ternifolia or sweet autumn clematis

Janustory Continues

January 3rd: Ship has capsized. ‪#‎janustory‬ ‪#‎wordcount3

And a photo for fun and to remind myself that it's pretty frozen out there. Not frozen enough, mind you, to kill any of the bad bugs, but at least it resembles winter.

Breaking Dormancy with a Writing Challenge

Yes, I've let the blog go dormant. It happens. Especially when another writing project becomes all consuming and you have three jobs. Then things change and you find you have more time and it's a new year, after all.

So, after discussion on Facebook among friends, I've launched Janustory. Here's your challenge:

Write a chapter each day using the number of words for that day. January 1st - one word. January 2nd - two words, and so forth. You get the idea.

Bonus points for keeping to one sentence per day and for having a cohesive piece at the end.

Post where you will and share as you like. This is for fun and as a creative exercise for when you might be stuck on something else. Please include #janustory and #wordcount1 (2,3,4,5,) hashtags.

January 1st: Beginning.
January 2nd: Journey underway.

Tiger swallowtail - for a something pretty.