Rise and Shine

The other weekend, I was dog sitting my sister’s pampered pooch, Gussy, while she was away on business.  Saturday morning at pre-COD, (that’s pre-crack of dawn), he decided that it was time to rise and shine.  He demonstrated this by sitting on my head.  (Have no fear, he’s a toy breed.)  I ordered him to the foot of the bed, despite my evolving view that dogs do not even belong on human beds. He sat there for a few minutes before returning to lick my elbow, followed by my forehead, as though to reinforce his demands.

As much as I do like the little fella, I was exasperated.  I mean, the scenery will change for him—downstairs versus upstairs—but for the most part his life consists of licking, chewing, and yipping at every sound.  But since I was up, I decided to make the most of it and made my way over to the somewhat-newly-opened Rise Biscuits and Donuts in Durham, NC.

When I got there at around 6:50 a.m., there were already six carloads of people waiting. (Rise opens at 7 a.m.) Inside, I could see the staff bustling to make last minute preparations. In white letters on the back of one worker’s red t-shirt were the words, “Wait for my signal.”

In a highly civilized manner—biscuit and donut people are a fairly laid back bunch—we nonchalantly formed a line of sorts.  At the signal, (7 a.m. sharp), we shuffled our way toward the counter until eventually our respective numbers, (which we pulled upon entering), were called and our orders for decadent sweets or savory breakfast biscuits were taken.

Rise Donuts and Biscuits at Southpoint in Durham, NC.

Rise Donuts and Biscuits at Southpoint in Durham, NC.

I’ve been to Rise twice since it opened, (once on a Saturday and once on a Sunday), and I am a fan.  As far as the menu goes, everything looks or sounds delectable; but if they only sold one item, I would hope that it was the apple fritter.  I love me some apples and I’ve had my share of fritters, so I can say with some authority that Rise’s apple fritter is the best (that I’ve ever had): soft on the inside, just crispy enough on the outside without being greasy, and loaded with plump chunks of apples.  The fritter is so fresh, and when it is still warm…oh my!  As any good fritter ought to be, it is large—and I do not wish to be—so I can usually eat off of it for a whole day or two without noticing a compromise in flavor or freshness.

An apple fritter, maple bacon bar, cinnamon sugar cake donut, and Bavarian Creme donut from Rise in Durham, NC.

An apple fritter, maple bacon bar, cinnamon sugar cake donut, and Bavarian Creme donut from Rise in Durham, NC.

Part of the charm of Rise is the economization of their small space. Stand-up bistro tables fill the main area in front of the counter, and to the right is a coffee bar with a sign to the effect of “help yourself to some coffee while you wait, and we’ll meet you at the counter.” The largest space in the place is the actual kitchen area, then to the left of that enclosure is a row of barstools, a big chalk board on the opposing wall, a bookshelf full of culinary books, as well as a few toys to occupy the children.  I’ll get back to the toys in a minute.

The clientelle is quite diverse—all ages and walks of life.  My first visit there, I was in line behind a lean MD coming off the night shift in her scrubs. (Translated: Doctor recommended.) After I placed my order, I meandered to the chalkboard/bookshelf area. Motown was playing and a middle-aged black man started to “get down, get down, get down” to the music while waiting for his order.  An unrepentant starer, I watched and smiled encouragingly…which is perhaps why I missed the pink retro toy kitchen in the corner of the shop.  I did, however, see it on my second visit, and it reminded me of this:

a retro-modern kitchen set at Rise Durham (left); one of my most memorable Christmas gifts (right)

a retro-modern kitchen set at Rise Durham (left); one of my most memorable Christmas gifts (right)

Perhaps only nostalgics are prone to tie the present with the past, or maybe everyone does it and most people just keep it to themselves.  For me, life is as sweet as an apple fritter when present, everyday situations reach back and bring the pleasant scenes of the past to mind.

Fearless

When did I lose my fearlessness?

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This question came to mind while spending the day with my 5-year-old nephew earlier this week. Over the course of those 24 hours, I found myself saying things like, “Don’t do that!” or “Be careful!” or “Slow down, you’re gonna to get hurt!”

Truth is, I once did all the things that he was doing—and more.

The afternoon I came home from school with holes in the toes of my brand new Sears & Roebuck Winner II sneakers, I was not much older than my nephew is now. The spunkier kids, (mostly boys), and I had whipped the merry-go-round into high-speed mode before hanging by our hands as our legs and feet flew out behind us. For a few brief moments, we were super heroes, weightless in the wind and completely exhilarated.

“Slow down, slow down!” the rotund, red-faced playground aide had hollered and wagged her finger. “Someone is going to get hurt again!” (Yes, again. The week before, Jay had lost his grip, flown off, and rolled underneath.  It had taken the remainder of recess for the grown-ups to carefully extract the bruised and scraped boy from the rusty underbelly of the merry-go-round.)

On that Winner II day, the merry-go-road slowed at the playground aide’s command, but I failed to jump off before gravity did its worst.  My new blue and white sneakers, doubling as brakes, dragged and scraped the asphalt. When I got home, the jig was up, and I was banned from further flying. For the rest of the school year, my big toes peeked through the holes in my Winner II’s as reminders of those glorious moments of reckless flight.

“Aunt Lolly, look at me!” my nephew called, bringing me back to the present.

I turned toward the swings and nearly had a heart attack. He was swinging so high that the chains were losing their tension at the top.

“Not so high!” I called.  He giggled, enjoying his own moments of reckless glory.  I took a deep breath and prayed that he wouldn’t get hurt.  Truth is, at that age I was not only swinging that high, I was perfecting my dismount—sometimes landing forward and other times executing a backward somersault.

A part of me wanted to show my nephew some of my old playground tricks. The fearful—sensible? grown-up?—side of me refrained.

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photos taken by AES

Duck, Duck, Goose! (And Heron)

This is a pretty obvious statement, but perhaps the best books are those that leave deep and enduring impressions—books that unforgettably teach and shape or take the imagination to far off places.  Better still are those books that, in their richness, offer new discoveries (that were always there) as the reader grows and changes over the course of life.

The Bible, I think, is the best example of this sort of book.  It contains history and narrative, law, poetry, wisdom, prophecy, parables, letters (called epistles), and even romance.  From its literary depth wells up a fountain of living (lifesaving) water that is ready to quench the thirsty soul—whenever, wherever, and whoever.

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I am going on record as saying that no other book is on par with the Bible, but there are certainly great books that shape and change lives or that grow with the reader as the reader matures.  As obscure as this may sound, American Birds, by Roland C. Clement, has been one such book for me.

Originally published in 1973 by the National Audubon Society (and Bantam Books), American Birds is a color guide of North American birds in their natural habitats with explanations of habits, behaviors, and identifying characteristics. I acquired my copy in 1978.  I was only eight years old at the time, so I really only looked at the pictures.  Over the next few years, I consulted the book whenever I needed to draw or describe the state bird of whatever state I was studying.  The book has been packed up and hauled across state lines several times since then.  I have rarely opened the book in the last twenty years or so, but it has also never occurred to me to donate, discard, or otherwise ditch it.

A Northern Mockingbird

A Northern Mockingbird (Durham, NC)

A few weeks ago, I was in the Walgreens parking lot, of all places, and a bird flew out of a hedge and perched itself atop a tree stake.  I snapped a few pictures with my iPhone before it flew back into the hedge. I wasn’t sure what kind of bird it was. I knew that my Dad, who is a bit of a bird watcher, would know; but it occurred to me that I, too, could learn to identify birds.  (Isn’t it a matter of practice and experience?) So when I got home, I pulled American Birds off the shelf and discovered that my mystery bird was a Mockingbird.  The Mockingbird’s identifying characteristic?  ”[I]t perches conspicuously.” [1] Indeed.

It was rather exhilarating to identify a bird, so I pushed past my “picture book mentality” and began to actually read American Birds.  (Yes, I’m a late bloomer.)  I read about how the pastime of getting to know a variety of birds is called “birding,” and that it is possible for a beginning birder to see as many as 100 different species of birds in a single day!  In birding terms, this is called “breaking 100.” [2]

Acquiring this basic birding knowledge got me thinking about life and about appreciating the natural world that is around me on a deeper level than just, “Oh, isn’t that pretty!” Perhaps part of caring for and protecting God’s creation involves really seeing it and understanding it as well.

With that notion in mind, I decided to start with the ducks. I’ve been around ducks all my life, it seems.  I grew up about a mile from a county park where ducks and geese were aplenty.  So for me, they became very commonplace creatures.  But in reality, there is much that can be learned about them if one is interested.  I decided last week to get interested, and here are just a few of the very basic things that I learned.

Ducks, geese, and swans are referred to as waterfowl.  There are other groups of water birds, but they typically fall outside the classification of waterfowl.  For example, beautiful herons are considered wading birds.

Ducks are often grouped, (and thus more easily identified), by their behaviors.  Some are dabblers, while other are divers, whistlers, perchers as so on.  Typically, the ducks you might see at the local park are dabblers—ducks that put their heads in the water and tip their tails skyward as they feed.

The Culberson Asiatic Arboretum at Sarah P. Duke Gardens in Durham, NC, has a well-stocked Garden Pond of acquired water birds.  I have yet to capture all of the different varieties, (or to do so in fine detail), but here is a start with shots taken mostly from just my iPhone.  (You can click on the photos to enlarge them.)

This female Northern Pintail is a dabbling duck--dipping her head in to feed and tipping her tail skyward.

This female Northern Pintail is a dabbling duck–dipping her head in to feed and tipping her tail skyward.

A male Mallard looks on as a female "dabbles" in the shallow waters for food.

A male Mallard looks on as a female “dabbles” in the shallow waters for food.

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These waterfowl hail from various corners of the globe: The Red-Crested Pochard (left) is native to Europe and Asia; the Mandarin Duck (top) is indigenous to China; and the Canada Goose is native to the United States.

The Barnacle Goose is native to Arctic Islands of Northern Asia and Greenland.

The Barnacle Goose is native to Arctic Islands of Northern Asia and Greenland. On the bank across the pond, (top left), are Canada Geese.

And for the grand finale, I caught this amazing glimpse of nature yesterday! After a week of rain, the sun came out and I trotted over to the Gardens with my Nikon only to discover that I had left my memory card at home! As I sat dejectedly on a stone bench, a Great Blue Heron, (note its trailing blue mating plume in the picture on the left), walked up along the pond’s edge, intently eyeing the water.  With a loud whoosh! of feathers and wings wide spread, he dove toward the water and scooped out a fish! I got my iPhone up just in time to capture the picture on the right.

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A Great Blue Heron takes its prey with a lightening-quick thrust of the neck.

I am now inspired to get more and better pictures of all the various water birds at the Gardens—and elsewhere.  No doubt it will take patience, timing, and constancy.

When American Birds was published some thirty years ago, 8,900 species of birds had been identified.  Today there are over 10,000 known species. With the passing of years, we learn more and more about the world that we live in, (although I would caution that all information should be evaluated with a degree of discernment); and it is exciting to me that as long as I live, I can always be learning, exploring, and enjoying God’s amazing creation.


[1] Clement, Roland C. American Birds, p. 115.
[2] Ibid, p. 6.

A Trip Down Literature Lane

The annual book fair at my elementary school was one of the highlights of my school year. When the big day finally arrived, round and round I circled the tables looking for the perfect paperback or two. Being a nostalgia packrat, I still have most (all?) of my purchases.

I’ve blogged before about one of my fair favorites (Factual and Fabulous).  Posted below are three additional fair gems.  (Do any of these strike a chord with you?)  Later this week, I’ll be blogging about one of them—merging a bit of the past with the present.  In the meantime, enjoy this trip down Literature Lane.

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Little House on the Prairie
by Laura Ingalls Wilder
pictures by Garth Williams
published by Scholastic Book Services

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For The Love of Benji
a novelization by I.F. Love
from the family film by Joe Camp
(The charm of this book is in the glossy, 16-page photo spread in the middle.)

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American Birds: Birds of North America in full color
by Roland C. Clement
published by Bantam Books/Ridge Press

Sunny Day, Sunning Turtles

Walking an allee in the tiered Terrace Garden at Sarah P. Duke Gardens, Durham, NC. (Photo by: Beatrix Yaxley 2011)

Walking an allee in the Terrace Garden at Sarah P. Duke Gardens, Durham, NC. (Photographer: Beatrix Yaxley, 2011)

I never grow tired of the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC.  The 55-acre public space offers five miles of paths and walkways and is a combination of designed landscaping and natural wooded areas. Obvious as well as less obvious seating grace the grounds to provide unique views of the trees and plants, the fish and waterfowl…and the turtles.

The turtles are so silly, although they don’t mean to be.  As they bask—sometimes stacked two and three high—on the rocks, they make people smile, point, and chuckle.  The natural antics of these hard-shelled reptiles compel complete strangers to converse, and for a brief moment the whole world seems in harmony.  Then the turtles stir, slip into the pond, and that moment of tranquility becomes a pleasant memory.

Turtles bask in the sun to raise their body temperatures (ideally between 60 to 95 degrees), which in turn helps with muscle movement and food digestion.

Turtles bask in the sun to raise their body temperatures (ideally to between 60-95 degrees F), which in turn helps with muscle movement and food digestion.

“Weebles Wobble, But They Don’t Fall Down”

Source: Internet image

Vintage Weebles by Hasbro; Image Source: the Internet

I received a call from my publisher last week. To their credit, they call quite frequently. To my shame, I usually do not answer. I convince myself that I have my good reasons. I’m in the middle of an experiment. (Which I usually am.) The cell phone reception in my building is poor. (Which it usually is.) I’m hard of hearing (what?) and talking on the phone gives me anxiety.  (Which only makes my hearing worse.)  But mostly I avoid the call because I don’t want to admit that I haven’t been doing my part to help sell my book Our Sunny Day Ride.

Last week, I wasn’t in the middle of an experiment so I picked up my cell phone and made my way outside where the reception is good. My book consultant was kind but firm. Thirty minutes later, we had a doable plan that didn’t have me cowering in the shrubs and whimpering “Mommy, Mommy.”

The plan included crawling out from under my comfortable rock and relaunching this website. (If you’ve been here before, I hope that you like the new look. If it’s your first visit, I hope that you like the new look!) I will be blogging, but I will not be blogging like I don’t have a day job. In other words, I’ll be blogging one or two times a week. Additionally, I have created a twitter account and an Instagram account to get the word out about Our Sunny Day Ride. I invite you to follow me in those places and to tell others about my book.

My starting and stopping and coming back for more remind me of Hasbro’s roly-poly Weeble toys. As the 1970′s advertising catchphrase went, “Weebles wobble, but they don’t fall down!”

I’ve wobbled, but I’m not down. So here I go (again), and thanks for reading my blog!

Sharing the Care

My nephew is very excited to share in the care of Aristides, a ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta). He calls Aristides his ‘lemur cat.'

My nephew is very excited to share in the care of Aristides, a ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta). He calls Aristides ‘my lemur cat.’

What do you get a 5-year old boy who has all the material stuff that he could possibly need (and then some)?

Enter Aristides, (pronounced a-ruh-stie-deez or a-ris-ta-deez).

He is my nephew’s ring-tailed lemur.

Well, not exactly.

My older sister and I ‘adopted’ a lemur on behalf of our nephew to give ‘the Christmas gift that keeps on giving’ all year long.

Here’s how it works: The Duke Lemur Center in Durham, North Carolina, offers an ‘Adopt a Lemur’ program (any time of the year!) so that the public can ‘share the care’ of the animals there.

On average, it costs $7,400 per year to house, feed, and provide veterinary treatment, daily care and training for one lemur.[1] A donation toward a single ‘adoption’ (which could be anywhere from $50 to $1000 or more–your choosing) ultimately helps all the animals at the Center.

You may be thinking, “That’s all very nice, but what’s a lemur?”

Great question!

Lemurs are mammals of the primate order. They were created on Day 6 of the Creation Week.[2] Today, they can be found on the island of Madagascar off the coast of Africa.

Many species of lemurs are closely protected and in danger of extinction. One such species is the Lemur catta or ring-tailed lemur.

As part of the 'Share the Care' program, my nephew received a pass to tour the Duke Lemur Center and see Aristides in his free-range home.

As part of the ‘Share the Care’ program, my nephew received a pass to tour the Duke Lemur Center and see Aristides in his free-range home.

Speaking of which, Aristides is a ring-tailed lemur. He was born in 1993 in a natural habitat area in Duke Forest right here in Durham, North Carolina. His mother, Corinna, currently lives at the National Zoo in Washington, D.C. His father is “a mysterious, undetermined male” (who apparently was very determined). Aristides’ favorite food is broccoli. He participates in cognitive and behavioral studies at the Lemur Center, and one of his favorite pastimes is strutting.[3]

Lemurs are a beautiful testimony of God’s creative power. Sharing in the care of a lemur is one small way that my nephew can learn what it means to be a good steward of God’s world and its inhabitants.


[1] https://www.gifts.duke.edu/lemur_share

[2] “And God said, ‘Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds—livestock and creeping things and beasts of the earth according to their kinds.’ And it was so.”–Genesis 1:24

[3] From the Fact Sheet provided in the ‘Share the Care’ packet.

Suggested links to learn more about lemurs:

http://www.answersingenesis.org/articles/zoo/ring-tailed-lemur

http://www.answersingenesis.org/articles/am/v3/n4/leapin-lemurs

A Country Mouse Visits the City, Sees a Cow

I don’t get into the big city much; but on a recent trip to downtown Raleigh, North Carolina, I came upon this surprising spectacle along Fayetteville Street:

"Show Me the Moolah" at Well Fargo on Fayetteville Street in Raleigh, NC, is/was part of CowParade North Carolina 2012.

“Show Me the Moolah” at Wells Fargo on Fayetteville Street in Raleigh, NC, is/was part of CowParadeNC 2012.

This life-sized, dairy delight is part of the now-winding-down CowParadeNC public art exhibit. Artist Julia Freifeld designed the rather rambunctious cow, and named the piece Show Me the Moolah.  A fitting title for a bovine whose hind parts flank the sidewalk and whose better side graces the interior of Wells Fargo, the presenting sponsor of the exhibit for the Raleigh-Durham-Chapel Hill (a.k.a. the Triangle) area.

What is CowParade?  CowParade originated in Switzerland in 1998 and “has become the largest, most successful public art event in the world, with exhibits held in 75 cities in 30 countries on six continents to date.”[1] It “invaded the Triangle from August – December 17, 2012. CowParade North Carolina 2012 features 79 painted and costumed cows, all whimsically transformed by regional artists, professional and amateur, from life-sized ‘blank canvas’ fiberglass cows.”[2]

CowParadeNC is technically over–although I did see “Ole Bessy in a China Shop” (a.k.a. Show Me the Moolah) along Fayetteville on December 28th, many days after the exhibit officially ended. Ultimately, the cows are being sent to auction on February 2, 2013.  Proceeds from “The Battle for the Cattle” will benefit the North Carolina Children’s Hospital.


[1] http://cowparadenc.com/about/history
[2] http://cowparadenc.com/

New Dawn. New Day. New Year.

Are you cooking cabbage today?

Traditionally, cabbage is eaten on New Year’s Day to mark prosperity in the coming year. Surely, our blessings come from God and not from a head of cabbage, but a little Corned Beef & Cabbage sure tastes good goin’ down!

Happy New Year!

… And as the old Irish saying goes, “May the outside leaves of your cabbage always be free of worms!”