Autumn wind is a mischievous wind. It blows the leaves against my door. I sweep them, and next time I look, those leaves are there once more. It rearranges chairs on decks and scratches at my windows. Is someone there or is it a game that happens when the wind blows? Sometimes the wind blows […]
Aug 23, 2020
Who Goes There?
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Who comes through my yard at night When all is dark and still, When the only sound, for miles around Is the call of the whippoorwill? I’ve often wondered what animals amble through the yard under cover of darkness, maybe stopping for a drink at the bird bath? Nemo had an encounter with one the […]
Aug 6, 2020
Those Amazing Little Pop-Ups
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Yesterday afternoon, as I went to the mailbox, I glanced up the hill and there they were, white and shiny even from a distance. Several pop-up mushrooms or toadstools graced my neighbor’s yard. Of course, my trusty camera and I couldn’t pass up this chance. For some reason, mushrooms remind me of Ireland. Why is […]
Jul 21, 2020
Time and An Old Man
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Come with me this morning on a journey–not so far in miles, but a great distance in time and quite a giant leap in imagination. We’re going to struggle through years of wild undergrowth–bushes, weeds, grape vines, wild rose bushes, blackberry briars, giant oaks, and we’ll stop at the remains of a small, wood […]
Jun 12, 2020
How About Your Soul?
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June is a summer month, but, all too soon, the warm, lazy days of summer will pass and the chilly winds of autumn will be upon us. I hope I can keep the warmth of summer in my soul, though, to remember when darkness comes early and the flowers fade. And, imagination–the spirit that can’t […]
