The Heron In Winter ...

"Be inspired by your journeys traveled,
and the ones yet to come."
                                        ~ Sam Clark
Majestic Great Blue Heron peers from its perch high in a tree on the first day of winter at Trexler Memorial Park, Allentown, Pennsylvania. 

Confederate Rose ...

“Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.”

                     ~ William Faulkner

                           ~ 1897-1962

     ~ Southern American author,

                  Nobel Prize Laureate

The grace, beauty and memory of The Old South dreamily bloom in this beautiful pink Confederate Rose on an October morning in the Lowcountry of Beaufort County, South Carolina.

The Legend Of The Confederate Rose

Once the Confederate Rose was pure white. During the Civil War, a soldier was fatally wounded in battle. He fell upon the rose as he lay dying. During the course of the two days he took to die, he bled more and more on the flower, till at last bloom was covered with his blood. When he died, the flower died with him. Thereafter, the Confederate Rose (or Cotton Rose), opens white, and over the course of the two days the bloom lasts, they turn gradually from white to pink to almost red, when the flower finally falls from the bush.

The Confederate Rose or hibiscus mutablis is actually a Chinese import. Brought into English gardens in the 1600’s, it is said to have gained favor in the South due to its ease of cultivation during the hard financial times after the Civil War. The hibiscus mutablis is a member of the hibiscus family which includes both the tropical hibiscus and the hardier Rose of Sharon. It is considered a large bush or a small multi-stemmed tree. The plant roots easily from cuttings and grows vigorously during the summer. Once established it is drought resistant. The blooms appear in the fall.

The Elk Of Winter ...

“There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness, that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy, and its charm.”

               ~ Theodore Roosevelt

                     ~ 1858-1919
   ~Naturalist & Conservationist

  ~26^th President of The United States of America

                      ~ 1901-1909 
                                                                           
The Elk of Winter strike a regal and thoughtful pose on the first day of March at Trexler Nature Preserve, Schnecksville, Pennsylvania, where elk live as a herd on the hillsides of the 1,100-acre preserve’s Central Range.

When the late General Harry C. Trexler established the preserve in the early 1900s, he did it to save the American bison, elk and white-tailed deer from extinction and assure the species’ survival. 

A conservationist along the lines of Theodore Roosevelt and John Muir, General Trexler understood the importance of nature and preserving wildlife in its natural habitat.

A successful businessman who amassed a fortune in the timber and cement industries and founded the Pennsylvania Power and Light Company, General Trexler began purchasing small farms in the low hills of Lehigh County in 1906. By 1913, he had transported eight bison and 20 Virginia white-tailed deer to the preserve. The elk followed soon after.

When General Trexler died in 1933, he bequeathed the property to the residents of Lehigh County. Today, the Trexler Nature Preserve is open to the public for passive recreation and nature watching.

Follow His Star ...

“Morning Star, O cheering sight! Ere thou

cam’st, how dark earth’s night!

Morning Star, O cheering sight! Ere thou

cam’st, how dark earth’s night!

Jesus mine, in me shine; in me shine, Jesus mine;

Fill my heart with light divine.

Morning Star, thy glory bright far excels

the sun’s clear light.

Morning Star, thy glory bright far excels

the sun’s clear light.

Jesus be, constantly, Constantly, Jesus be

More than thousand suns to me.

Thy glad beams, thou Morning Star, cheer the

nations near and far.

Thy glad beams, thou Morning Star, cheer the

nations near and far.

Thee we own, Lord alone, Lord alone, thee we

own,

Our dear Savior, God’s dear son.

Morning Star, my soul’s true light, tarry not,

dispel my night.

Morning Star, my soul’s true light, tarry not,

dispel my night.

Jesus mine, in me shine; in me shine, Jesus mine;

Fill my heart with light divine.”

                

               ~ “Morning Star, O Cheering Sight !”

                             ~ Moravian Carol

     ~ Words: Johannes Scheffler (1657),    
Translation by Bennett Harvey, Jr. (1885)

               ~   Music: Francis F. Hagen, 1836

         In Moravian tradition, this is often sung as part of a Christmas Eve service, with a child as the leader.

                                             

A Moravian star glows with the warmth of Christmas on a cold December evening at Emmaus Moravian Church, founded in 1747 in Emmaus, Pennsylvania. The star shines over a Nativity scene placed on the church lawn during Christmastime.

This scene in sepia could be part of a Moravian Christmas putz, in dreams of Christmastide or a nostalgic Yuletide film – think “It’s A Wonderful Life” – but it’s very real, just as following Christ’s star is as important today as it was at his birth.

A Moravian star (German: Herrnhuter Stern) is an illuminated Advent, Christmas or Epiphany decoration popular in Germany and in places in American and Europe where there are Moravian congregations. The stars take their English name from the Moravian Church, originating in Moravia. In Germany, they are known as Herrnhut stars, named after the Moravian Mother Community in Saxony, Germany, where they were first commercially produced.

Merry Christmas, Happy Christmas everyone!