Inquire, Inspire, Aspire
“What in the world is that hissing sound?” My husband stood near our bedroom window.
“What are you talking about?” The morning alarm had just gone off, and I was barely awake yet.
“Don’t you hear it?”
“Where? Outside?” I perched my ear toward the same window, and my husband nodded on his way out of the room.
I didn’t hear it until I went into the bathroom. Yes, it was coming from outdoors. I rushed out and almost bumped into my husband. “Did you find where it’s coming from? What is it?”
Tre and I observe nature
from our back patio
His eyes veer upward
To the bare branches of a tree
I heard a familiar song outside my kitchen window, and guess who I found singing to me?
(Please excuse quality of photos. They are taken through the window).
I found an interesting philosophical writing by someone on social media who uses an anonymous name. I’d like to give them credit for it, but I don’t know who it is that wrote it.
Boy the news cycle changes fast these days, doesn’t it? From a virus, to lockdowns, to opening/closing schools, to chaos in city streets, to wildfires, to hurricanes, and the sad death of a Supreme Court Justice. Whew. I’m out of breath. Continue reading “Is It Me?”
Remember when I shared all the photos from my bird feeder? Remember how excited I was to have some new animal friends? Continue reading “Created a Monster”
Hi. That’s me in the shadow waving hello to all of you. Can you make out where I might be waving to you from? Take a look at the picture below. Continue reading “Snapshot Slideshow”
Last week was the first time I returned to the blogging world in a little over two months, and I posted a deep, heavy subject about control. This week I thought I’d go with a lighter subject to share a little bit about what I’ve been up to, and maybe even a tiny spark of hope.
Continue reading “Photos, Fiction, Friends, Fun, Flowers, and Faith”
So, I was sitting out in the gorgeous weather enjoying a little color . . . when I spotted another color above me in the tree. 👇 Continue reading “Color and more Color”
First thing in the morning, I step outside to let the dog out. Steam billows from my breath and crispy white sheets crunch under my boots. A soothing song greets me from high above. Wait, what? There’s a bird singing? I can’t remember the last time I heard a bird sing. The branches are still bear and the ground is blanketed in white. Birds don’t sing in the winter. Am I dreaming?
I blink upwards, then squint to focus between the spiny sticks. Something flitters.
Even after many years living in the south, I still didn’t forget what it was like to live in the great white north. Except, some little things did slip my mind. There have also been new developments that I’ve needed to learn.
Sometimes pink pelicans wade silently on the surface of the lake in my neighborhood.
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