Though we are deep in the concrete jungle, unusual wildlife shows up here on the Urban Farm daily, drawn to, I believe in part, an unusual sprite. Jincy Rhianna is going on 15 years. When two years she spoke to a rattlesnake (I saw it with my eyes), telling it not to strike her in a field of Tu Mu Shui plantation. At four years hummingbirds would fly to her hands, resting in her cupped palms. Her and her brother Ruairi Aidan would sneak off, hike deep into the cypress swamp and sit at the feet of Grandmother Cypress, an ancient tree, listening to the stories told on the swamp breezes as they rustled through the spanish moss. Then the day came where we followed fate, sold the coastal pine flatwoods refuge and moved into the Urban Core of Jacksonville. But Jincy's water faery spirit lingers on. And today I come home from a greenroof trip across Florida to find the photos of her and a young Luna Moth on the camera. She is not home to tell me about the moth. But I understand. I understand I do not really understand anything except Jincy's Irish Faery Spirit and She Nature exist in a realm I could only imagine. I will ask her later what their eyes told one another, for a Luna Moth has large 'eyes' on its wings yet no mouth and does not eat. It lives only one week, born to mate, just as all Saturniidae.
Trí ní is deacair a thuiscint;
intleacht na mban,
obair na mbeach,
teacht agus imeacht na taoide.
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| Actias luna & Jincy Rhianna |
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| Actias luna & Jincy Rhianna |
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| Actias luna & Jincy Rhianna |
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| Actias luna & Jincy Rhianna |
