A person’s thoughts are never really idle–disconnected, maybe, scattered here and there. That’s what mine are this morning. I look out at my wet, soggy ground and wonder if I’ll have a chance to get the last of my herbs planted today. Yesterday was a wild weather day. Wind lashed the trees and rain poured […]
May 25, 2019
Welcome to a Wet, Soggy World
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The picture of the mother robin and babies isn’t mine, but it might as well be. The nest is on a brick ledge like mine and the mama and her babies look exactly like the ones here at my house. The babies have hatched! The weeks of sitting on those eggs and keeping them warm […]
May 22, 2019
A Home of Sticks
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She sits on her little nest of sticks and feathers and this and that. It’s sort of a hodge podge of building materials, but it suits her and it’s home to those tiny blue eggs she warms patiently, day and night. Robins’ nests aren’t known as architectural wonders. And, although they do their best, mama […]
May 8, 2019
Hope for Today
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As the sun slid westward last night, people began returning home from work. The cardinal family came to the bird feeders for a bit of supper, and those busy squirrels disappeared into their leafy houses. Another day had ended, and, though the world seemed dark, tomorrow would come. Maybe today the homeless man who was […]
Apr 27, 2019
Thoughts and Sifting Through
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Do you ever wake up with a thought or a song running through your head? I do, quite often. It’s nice when those thoughts are positive, not so nice when they aren’t. What are they related to? Why do we have them? I don’t know the answers, but I wish I did. Spring inspires […]
Apr 20, 2019
The Day Before Easter
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Such a lovely, still morning. The greens are vibrant. Shadows cast by the morning sun are sleepy, soft shadows. A squirrel scurries across my neighbor’s drive, and a blue jay is on the hunt for breakfast. The azaleas by the front door are starting to bloom, as is the Iris. My deck is littered […]
