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to pass the time on a trail, part three by Danielle Nelson

Sweeney Astray - Seamus Heaney

The bushy leafy oak tree
is highest in the wood,
the forking shoots of hazel
hide sweet hazel-nuts.

The alder is my darling,
all thornless in the gap,
some milk of human kindness
coursing in its sap.

The blackthorn is a jaggy creel
stippled with dark sloes;
green watercress in thatch on wells
where the drinking blackbird goes.

Sweetest of the leafy stalks,
the vetches strew the pathway;
the oyster-grass is my delight
and the wild strawberry.

Low set-clumps of apple trees
drum down fruit when shaken;
scarlet berries clot like blood
on mountain rowan.

Briars curl in sideways,
arch a stickle back,
draw blood and curl up innocent
to sneak the next attack.

The yew tree in each churchyard
wraps night in its dark hood.
Ivy is a shadowy
genius of the wood.

Holly rears its windbreak,
a door in winter’s face;
life-blood on a spear-shaft
darkens the grain of ash.

Birch tree, smooth and blessed,
delicious to the breeze,
high twigs plait and crown it
the queen of trees.

The aspen pales
and whispers, hesitates:
a thousand frightened scuts
race in its leaves.

But what disturbs me most
in the leafy wood
is the to and fro and to and fro
of an oak rod.

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This bicycle is made from sustainable bamboo material and was designed by Alexander Vittouris, a design student at Australia’s Monash University. The young designer envisions a bicycle that isn’t built, but rather “grown” – the bend stalks are formed into the smooth curves gradually while the bamboo stalk grows (a concept that is inspired by ‘arborsculpture’ – the process in which tree branches are fixed into shapes as the tree grows).

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm planning on going to Glacier this summer on a backpacking trip and was just curious if you had any recommendations/favorite places you went in the park?

YES oh my god you’re gonna have so much fun dude

Siyeh Pass (hell of a grind but so worth it), Highline Trail, Avalanche Lake, and hike all the way from Two Medicine Lake to the second lake.

and PLEASE go on a trail ride to Cracker Lake its fucking amazing

also at the gift shop at Many Glacier campground there’s this incredible mountain berry froyo make sure you get some bc 👌🏻

oh and and there’s this sketchy ass restaurant called the Cattle Baron just outside of the park and the food there is 👌🏻👌🏻 AND there’s a small cafe thing called Two Sister and DAMN their desserts 🙌🏻
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This week’s tasting menu at Manzo. We’ve collaborated with Dock to Dish from Montauk, NY for our weekly tasting menu. Dock to Dish delivers seafood directly from the fisherman to our restaurant. We don’t know what will arrive, so it’s fun to see what comes in and what we end up creating. This week we are featuring Sea Bream and Black Sea Bass.

“I had been hungry all the years”

by Emily Dickinson

I had been hungry all the years;
My noon had come, to dine;
I, trembling, drew the table near,
And touched the curious wine.

‘Twas this on tables I had seen,
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
'Twas so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ’t was so new,
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.