Yesterday, I was sitting at my desk that happens to look over a dry creek bed. Purposely, the room was set up this way so I could gaze out the window while writing or working on a project for school. During my degree for environmental education, I learned that being able to gaze at green…
While we were driving our son back to school on Sunday, we crossed the great Mississippi River. Due to the mild weather, parts of the river are still open and not frozen. There, in the trees, lining one of the pieces of land in the slough, were a pair of Bald Eagles, resplendently sitting with…
This morning I was inspired by a fellow blogger from the UK. I often read her posts just as I get up for the day, most likely due to the time difference. It is shortly past midnight here when I receive her blog via an email link because I follow her. She is a talented…
A Morning Encounter A sliver, A slice, A smile. All these I saw in the early morning light, just before dawn through the branches of our maple tree. It caught my eye, that shining sliver of light, glancing in my window at me, so perfectly outlined in the Eastern morning sky of cobalt blue. Imperceptibly…
An Ode to Milkweed Milkweed growing oh so strong, welcoming Monarchs with your fragrant song! Leaves so tasty, green and bright, filling caterpillars with certain delight! Life will grow on leaf and stem, then flutter off to begin again. Milkweed, milkweed growing strong, thank you for bringing Monarchs along! Haiku Niagara Falls Spewing,…
Hibiscus For the last few weeks, our home has been blessed with a continually flowering hibiscus tree, brought in from our deck once the cooler weather arrived. This tree has been through the proverbial ringer as it rolled around on our deck during the summer of 2017 before I got the chance to repot it…
A mournful mood hovers over me this morning like a dense fog, thick and oppressive. Thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, what might have been, replace all others. Laugher in the hallways, a carefree smiling face, life’s race run at full speed, full of joy and well-being. The fog of mournfulness…
