Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
She had the tips of her leaves in the flowing water, they would drag and suddenly jump, the sounds of insects filled the surrounding air.
Thank you for stopping in to meet the girls, now it's time for lunch.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
We do have several blue jays feeding hungry fledglings in the garden. The young ones come in pairs, sit on the high perch of the agaves and as soon as an adult is present they tilt their head back, mouthes wide open and do a little throat singing, a sort of an unpleasant gagging really.
I finally figured out why the jays are bluer this year. Now our berries come from the farmers market and I wonder how they keep the birds out, though to be truthful, I really don't mind sharing.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
There were loads of twitchy hummingbirds, tiny as they are they are also quite feisty and territorial, they dive bomb and harass the offending intruder or intruders quite fiercely almost parting my hair as they whizz by my ears, humming like a top.
The coyote's favorite tactic shown here. Coyote sees the dogs and ambles off looking over his shoulder....."wanna chase"? When they dont.........
....he sits like a lure which causes Teo to gallop in place on the leash, Banjo is still, Teo has been torn up twice, he is not my dog, he's been lucky thus far but why take such risks?
Baby alligator lizard strangely sitting on the shady trail, normally it should scurry dragging that long tail behind.
One of the Red Shouldered adults is across the dry meadow as the fledgeling pleads in a tall stand of pines across the way.
There are but a very few standing puddles of water now, these little watering holes are as populated as Waikiki Beach with wading birds.
Feelings of introspection are good, I think it's important to inspect ourselves from time to time don't you? I always wonder if certain feelings are ruled by the moon or half a moon.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
of a life as complicated as ever
struggling for balance, juggling time.
The mantle clock that was my grandfather's
has stopped at 9:20; we haven't had time
to get it repaired. The brass pendulum is still,
the chimes don't ring. One day you look out the window,
green summer, the next, and the leaves have already fallen,
and a grey sky lowers the horizon. Our children almost grown,
our parents gone, it happened so fast. Each day, we must learn
again how to love, between morning's quick coffee
and evening's slow return. Steam from a pot of soup rises,
mixing with the yeasty smell of baking bread. Our bodies
twine, and the big black dog pushes his great head between;
his tail is a metronome, 3/4 time. We'll never get there,
Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,
sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
in love, running out of time.
Monday, June 20, 2011
She is fastened to three separate types of chain for fun and interest. Tourmalines add a bit of sparkle at the end of the extender which allows the chain to adjust from 16 to 18 inches. Kelp sways in the gentle rhythm of the ocean in this little vignette.
pretty handmade elements stitch it all together, though the world isn't always a beautiful peaceful place glory is here, in nature, within good people.
I think about peace a lot and appreciate my quiet workplace my wonderful family and friends, lately I've been thinking a lot about love too and how fulfilled I feel. That's why I decided to settle rather than obsess over the pictures. I knew I was getting grumpy when I turned off NPR with another expert starting every sentence with "So", normally I can take it but I was exiting a peaceful place because of my frustration. I feel better now, offering it up, remembering to soar.