Same places, new wonders
The deer and quail frolicked in the dry grass while the gray squirrel barked (sounds like the beginning of a great country and western song). Blessings. Be Sociable, Share! Tweet
The deer and quail frolicked in the dry grass while the gray squirrel barked (sounds like the beginning of a great country and western song). Blessings. Be Sociable, Share! Tweet
No, I’m not speaking of the vehicles. This evening I watched three hummingbirds flit and chase each other around and around a flower bed. Their frantic high-pitched cheeps let me know they were serious and this wasn’t a game. They kept at this “hummer-war” for a good thirty minutes before I finally walked away. Their [...]
The passage of seasons becomes noticeable in August—always. As the days shorten to fall, I see a different quality, a softness, to the light, and perceive the harbingers of the new season. I found a dry sycamore leaf in the garage last week, an early indicator of the changes that occur each passing minute to [...]