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[asakiyume]

What if flowers faded to feathers and caught the frost in their old age?



Yesterday I played secretary at a meeting. As usual, I doodled..



Vi Hart has a new math doodling video, about the twelve days of Christmath. She points out that in the twelve-days-of-Christmas song, the gifts can be divided into three categories: birds (partridge, turtledoves, French hens, calling birds, geese, swans), humans (maids, ladies, lords, pipers, drummers), and an anomaly (golden rings). wakanomori says, "It makes you think it must all be about the anomaly."

Wakanomori found an anomaly in the town newspaper--a legal notice that shouts out "STORY!"

of Lawrence J. Bronner, Sr., deceased, formerly of Belchertown, Massachusetts, and any other persons who claim an interest in certain real estate known as 31 Hamilton Street, Belchertown, Hampshire County, Massachusetts:

A Complaint to Quiet Title to said real estate has been filed in the Hampshire Probate and Family Court by Diane R. Keedy. Said Complaint alleges that Plaintiff has occupied the property actually, peaceably, openly, notoriously, exclusively, continuously, and adversely, with claim of right for a period exceeding twenty (20) years against the Defendants, that she has acquired by adverse possession any and all interest that the Defendants may have possessed in and to said property, and/or that she has effected an ouster of any co-tenants claiming an interest through Lawrence J. Bronner, Sr. The Complaint requests a Judgment which declares that Plaintiff is seized in fee simple of the property and that the Defendants and their heirs, assigns, devisees, and legal representatives are strictly and permanently enjoined and restrained from claiming or asserting any right, title or interest in and to the property. (emphasis mine)

There's more--about what the heirs, successors, assigns, etc. have to do to contest Ms. Keedy's claim--but I thought the part I just quoted was ... impressive. So Mr. Bronner died, leaving, apparently, no heirs, and Ms Keedy lived in his house for twenty years after that, and now, by virtue of that fact, she wants title to the property.

My questions are--what is a devisee? And how do you live both peaceably and notoriously in a place? And adversely? [ETA: never mind--I found the answers]

Last but not least, I got a calendar from Bread and Puppets. Each month is a woodblock print and a line from a hymn in the Sacred Harp. This month's line is, Lo, what a glorious sight appears. Glorious, like frosted feather flowers?

Comments

[osprey-archer.livejournal.com]

FROST FLOWERS. Oooooooooo.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Pretty, and magical, aren't they.

[sealwhiskers.livejournal.com]

Your frostflower pictures are stunning, and I rather like the little goat drawing too, hope it comes true and someone hugs him.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Thank you--and me too.

[88greenthumb.livejournal.com]

You're goat smitten! ;) Are you planning a revisit soon?

The play of light with the frost and feathers is striking!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

We visited the goat (but from a distance, since I didn't want to trespass) yesterday. Today, if I work up the nerve, I'll leave a letter at their house (? It's not really a house; it's a closed-up shop) asking if I can come feed it carrot greens.

[88greenthumb.livejournal.com]

Hope you work up the nerve. I don't see any reason why the person who resides in that "place" would mind you feeding the goat carrot greens. I would welcome it it I were the one. But then again, who knows? Good Luck!

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

I love the way the light is shining on those frosted flowers and the delicate featheriness of the fronds.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Me too--so pretty.

[desert-sparrow.livejournal.com]

Magnificent frost photo. Vi Hart is wonderful. The goat drawing is filled with pathos.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I wrote a story in which there's a girl who, at one point in the story, hugs a goat (unless I edited that part out? I can't remember)--so I drew her hugging this little goat.

Vi Hart *is* wonderful! I wish she were my next-door neighbor. (Which isn't to say anything bad about my current next-door neighbors; they're fine. I just wish Vi Hart lived in the neighborhood, too.)

I'm glad you liked the photos.

[out-totheblack.livejournal.com]

Wow. Great photo. Did you take that by your house?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Yeah, down the road a way. There's a wildflower vine that goes by the name of Virgin's Bower or Old Man's Beard (in the clematis family). It has little white flowers that, when they go to seed, get all feathery like this--and yesterday morning, each of the feathery fronds had frost on it.

[out-totheblack.livejournal.com]

Beautiful. Our clematis kills everything, strangles it out.

How did you get the black background?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I used the macro function on the camera, which makes all the lighting settings and things manual (or something? I am so clueless about my camera really)--what I mean is, when the camera's on this setting, it doesn't automatically adjust the shutter for the light. I don't know how to manually adjust it, though, so I just point and shoot and hope there'll be enough light for the picture. In this case, there was enough light shining on the flower, but not enough to light up any of the background, I guess.

[jtglover.livejournal.com]

"Frosted feather flowers" will vie with "goat-smitten" for my word of the day! Vivid little sketches of that sweet goat.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

"Goat-smitten" sounds like it might have a locus classicus in Shakespeare, in which case it probably means "in love with an oversexed older man."

[88greenthumb.livejournal.com]

;););)

[skogkatt.livejournal.com]

Oh my goodness, I love that first picture! It's glorious!

Also, the goat doodles. Poor tiny goat!

That's quite the notice, yes, and I also wonder about the story behind it.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like the picture--the old man's beard seemed so beautiful, so feathery sparkly, in the early morning sun.

I'll post updates about the goat (... if I have them...)

[larryhammer]

Our Former Sometimes Roommate kept wanting to get a goat, and still wants one at her new place, to take care of the greenery. The main problem being how small the yard and growing season is, and that she's in the country far less than out of it.

---L.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

In the end, I think my route to making this goat's life better will be just to spend time with it--if I can--because I don't have a better living situation to offer it, alas. But maybe if I get so that I can spend time with it, then, oh, I don't know, maybe something good will happen.

[cafenowhere.livejournal.com]

Stunning photos! I admire that you not only notice the small magics, but you can capture them with a camera, too.

I agree, the public notice is intriguing...esply the parts "peaceably," "notoriously," and "adversely." Leave it to lawyers to lump all those words together.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Right--the "peaceably" and "notoriously" got me, too.

As for capturing them with the camera--it's truly all down to the camera. I just point and click.

[hildebabble.livejournal.com]

I like the fluffy feather frost. I wish it were sentient, so I could be friends with it.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You might try befriending it anyway--to the best of its ability, it might return your friendship....

[endlessrarities.livejournal.com]

What a lovely doodle!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

:D

Glad you liked it! (And not sure how I missed your comment until just now--sorry about that...)

[duccio.livejournal.com]

Here is my DailyLit post (#283) of Emily Dickinson's poems; it arrived early this morning.
It made me think of you, your beautiful imagination and your LJ entries.

It's all I have to bring to-day,
This, and my heart beside,
This, and my heart, and all the fields,
And all the meadows wide.
Be sure you count, should I forget, --
Some one the sum could tell, --
This, and my heart, and all the bees
Which in the clover dwell.
Emily Dickinson

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Oh wow--that is beautiful. It's not one I know. I'm touched and honored to be associated with it.

I love the last two lines particularly.