Saturday, May 4, 2013

In My Own Way

My husband makes so much fun of my hippie throwback, tree hugging, one with the universe, groovy kind of love affair with nature.  Don't get me wrong, he's very respectful of my free spirit.  He walks with me down hiking trails, and even carries the backpack.  He oohs and aahs at every photograph with enthusiastic interest -- even if it's nothing more than a tangled mess of tree roots.  But sometimes his humorous observations of me are so true that even I can't help but double over in hysterics.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Clapping The Erasers

It was around seven o'clock, and a few of us still loitered around the table, finished with the meal, but not yet motivated to move on.  As it often does, my gaze traveled to the triple window in the dining room, to marvel at the western view, searching through the trees for the bare wood footbridge that stretches across the marshland.  It's where the deer emerge, and then follow the creek up into our back yard.  It's where the moccasins arch their backs up out of the high grass to warm their skin in the Springtime sun.  But something was different this time.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Feeding The Hummingbirds

At the start of the Spring season this year I noticed a pretty little hummingbird investigating my back porch petunias, so I decided to put out the typical hummingbird feeder.  It's red, of course, because hummingbirds are instinctually drawn to this color ... reminds them of flowers, ya know.  The nectar ports look like little daisies, which I guess tricks the bird into thinking he's actually sipping from a flower.  The reservoir is clear, so that I can see the level of food, and know when it's time to refill.  There's a little rail around the edge, so the bird can sit and rest it's pretty little wings while it feeds, if it so desires.  You know, it's the typical feeder found at any discount, drug, or hardware store for about five to seven dollars.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Hand of God

There have been few experiences on this planet that have thrilled me as much as witnessing something that I have come to call "The Hand of God" ... not to be confused with the destructive tornadic force known as "The Finger of God".  Whereas an F5 tornado is devastating, the rays of sun that filter through a dark cloud, and spread out like fingers across the sky, are comforting.  It's a common sight, but it's commonality does nothing to lessen the exhilaration that I feel when I see it.  When dark clouds began to threaten my walk through the woods on a beautiful sunny Sunday, my mood was soon lifted by the loving touch of The Hand of God.