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.
So, this happened over the weekend. 👇
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.
If you’re bored, come live where I live. There’s never a dull moment.
Just a quick little post.
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.
Remember last week when I shared the bare photos of the creek near my house? I had taken those photos on April 30th. The above picture is taken in the same spot as those others, and I took this one on May 17th. Voila! Magic.
So, I’ve been tossing around talking to my favorite bloggers about the novel I’m working on.
On April 30th I walked along the creek near our house, and below is what it looked like.
Thank you for this past Sunday, for the vibrant sky, and the refreshing hint of spring, soon to awaken and beautify.
May 19th marked the second year anniversary of our move out of Florida and back to where I grew up in the Chicago suburbs. Many of you who followed me in Florida, know how much I wanted out. Still, I wasn’t sure how well I’d do back home after twenty-seven years away.
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.
On occasion I get ideas for blog posts and never write them down. Subsequently, I forget about them. Today, I’m writing an idea off the top of my head and will post it as soon as I’m done typing this out. Oh, and after I sift through photos to find one appropriate for this subject matter.
I especially have to write this now, because it is about an emotion I’m feeling that will only last for today. Don’t worry, the emotion will return in the future, but for now, I expect it to last twenty-four hours.