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).
Here we go again into another season without my Max. The grieving process is different for each individual, and for me, the first year is brutal with experiencing the change of seasons without him.
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”
Over the weekend we were hoping to get some of that disinfecting UV light, but Saturday it rained all day. My brand new tulips enjoyed it though.
I took the above photo on Sunday.
Hello blogging world. It’s been so long since I posted that It almost feels like my first time. I know other bloggers who have gone longer than me and then returned, but six weeks is quite a while for me to go between posts.
Shh, listen. Can you hear that? It sounds like a babbling brook.
The nearest creek is six blocks away, yet the trickling sounds like a stream circling the entire house.
I follow my ears to find where this is coming from.
I woke up on Monday morning (yesterday) feeling very disoriented. Why?
Take a look at the photo below that I posted as my header back in January.
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.
We finally did it. We got sick of winter and went back to the tropics.
Good morning, afternoon or evening, for whichever time you read this post.
I had a brief and serene blog post scheduled for today, but then something happened. . .
On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
Hi. How are you today? Are you enjoying the transition to spring?
I find Nature’s instinct and changes fascinating. Never afraid of what lies behind the corner as It dies and gives life once again.
Last summer I took lots of pictures of berries.
I’d completely forgotten that hopeful feeling that comes with spring.
People walk here. I probably see double the amount of people walking in my new neighborhood in the Chicago suburbs then back in Florida where I lived.
There are also more people at parks, on bikes and sitting out on their porches. I wondered how the Sunshine State could have less people interested in the outdoors. I rarely saw people sitting outside there.