It seems odd to be grateful for rain but it was a change that is exciting. This is only the second time I have seen rain up here, as the last time was when I came up to paint before I moved in. I have seen quite a bit of snow and I still find it entrancing and beautiful but we, at least every once in a while, all need change.
The bulbs are trying to bloom; gold petals are ready to open in the flower bed courtesy of the last occupant. The ones in my barrel planter have been waiting for it to warm enough for weeks but instead, repeatedly, get refrozen. My son decided I needed it moved to my deck and as heavy as it is, it surely won't be moved again soon, at least not by me.
My friend is going into Bakersfield wants to know if I want to tag along so I hurry to ready myself. It is an opportunity too good to bypass, as I need to restock some supplies and check out the roads. If they are good enough I will head for Santa Clarita tomorrow to keep my hair appointment. I hope I have the right date as my stylist forgot to give me an appointment card. I also want to develop film and prepare more greeting cards in the hope of making some income. I see that I have some competition in the local grocery store but not in the antique shop, as yet.
The road back home was being monitored and only residents, or those that had business in the area, were being let through. Still there were trespassers cutting through the barbed wire of the ranch fences on the way home and cars leaving litter along the highway, their calling card upon departing. I can see why it is necessary to limit visitors. Others have been caught stealing lumber, cutting down trees without permits, or being a danger on the mountainous roads as if they had a death wish to self and others.
Men don't linger to shop so we were back home in a little over two hours and the cats were anxious to welcome me and check out my packages. They love playing in bags.
The rain had let up leaving a freshness in the air behind. I felt it a perfect day to make a pot of soup and relax, play fetch with the kitten, and do some cuddle time with all my cats, as well is some necessary chores. I'm exhausted from the high energy and the lack of sleep over the past few days, and so this quite time is deeply appreciated by all.
11301991
Thursday, November 30, 2017
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Grandchildren, day two
I am up early while there is still silence and I am able, at peace, to have my first cup of coffee and to luxuriate with a good book knowing that, soon enough, one by one, my grandchildren will appear, anxious for another round of snow play and so it is. They do not even settle down for breakfast first but run outdoors falling upon the hill of snow, before even the squirrels have come out of their shelters to beg seeds and nuts.
The children are supercharged and the adults keep watch from the upstairs deck, coffee in hand. Soon they are joined by my son intent on finishing the igloo they started the day before, as well as a renewed interest in sledding.
It takes almost three hours and a snack of Pop Tarts to convince one and all to stop, get ready for town to have a real meal, visit the local stores, have an old-fashioned snowball fight, get sweets at the candy shop, and marvel at the great outdoors, then back home for more play time as if they will never see snow again and they feel a sense of deprivation already. They come in only long enough for bathroom breaks and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for more fuel. They have to be dragged in for dinner even though they are exhausted, where they a enjoy a warm fire and command of the television.
The day is charged with energy, a commodity almost all children have in excess. They want to stay another day but, as all parents know, there are things that need to be done at home and so it is time to pack up, find anything that might be missing, as there always is, get and give lots of hugs, settle everyone into the car and promise another visit soon.
The quiet, after two days filled with activity, seems unnatural but also welcome. The cats, who have been mostly in hiding, come out one by one and settle around me for some love and attention. The sky is cloudy and rain is falling, it is uncertain whether snow will come during the night. The fire slowly dwindles and the lighting is reduced to a minimum as we all drift off on the couch while the television plays to itself.
I am awakened to a call that all are home safe and sound. Then it is finally time to head off to bed and a deep sleep. I thank God for the blessing of my family, and the priceless treasure of being able to spend time with them.
11281992
The children are supercharged and the adults keep watch from the upstairs deck, coffee in hand. Soon they are joined by my son intent on finishing the igloo they started the day before, as well as a renewed interest in sledding.
It takes almost three hours and a snack of Pop Tarts to convince one and all to stop, get ready for town to have a real meal, visit the local stores, have an old-fashioned snowball fight, get sweets at the candy shop, and marvel at the great outdoors, then back home for more play time as if they will never see snow again and they feel a sense of deprivation already. They come in only long enough for bathroom breaks and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for more fuel. They have to be dragged in for dinner even though they are exhausted, where they a enjoy a warm fire and command of the television.
The day is charged with energy, a commodity almost all children have in excess. They want to stay another day but, as all parents know, there are things that need to be done at home and so it is time to pack up, find anything that might be missing, as there always is, get and give lots of hugs, settle everyone into the car and promise another visit soon.
The quiet, after two days filled with activity, seems unnatural but also welcome. The cats, who have been mostly in hiding, come out one by one and settle around me for some love and attention. The sky is cloudy and rain is falling, it is uncertain whether snow will come during the night. The fire slowly dwindles and the lighting is reduced to a minimum as we all drift off on the couch while the television plays to itself.
I am awakened to a call that all are home safe and sound. Then it is finally time to head off to bed and a deep sleep. I thank God for the blessing of my family, and the priceless treasure of being able to spend time with them.
11281992
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Before me
Words seem like talk
which I've used often
trying to shield myself
from the awful silence
and aloneness of eternity
stretching out forever
right in front of me....
04301996
which I've used often
trying to shield myself
from the awful silence
and aloneness of eternity
stretching out forever
right in front of me....
04301996
Monday, November 27, 2017
Without Anger
Anger troubles the heart,
it brings us trouble too...
it's best to leave that behind,
and follow the path of love,
without the obstacles anger brings
04301996
it brings us trouble too...
it's best to leave that behind,
and follow the path of love,
without the obstacles anger brings
04301996
Sunday, November 26, 2017
True is right
If it is true, it's right
like the Holy Spirit
truth brings peace
it nourishes my soul
04301996
like the Holy Spirit
truth brings peace
it nourishes my soul
04301996
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Words
I build my world with words
choosing what I should say
as I speak or what to write
as my words are the path
on which I will walk....
05011996
choosing what I should say
as I speak or what to write
as my words are the path
on which I will walk....
05011996
Friday, November 24, 2017
Snow visitors
My son, his wife and my grandchildren are supposed to come up today. I am excited to share my experiences with them, as well as my world, and weather here in Pine Mountain Club. The kids are looking forward with anticipation of having a whole yard of snow at their disposal.
They arrive in the afternoon loaded with weekend necessities, a great deal of enthusiasm, love and hugs, and inflatable sled, not enough gloves to go around and preparation for dinner for the next two nights as well as lots of snacks they keep the energy level high in the small whirlwinds, in constant motion, I call my grandchildren, but the biggest kid of all is my son. He is the first to slide down the Hill claiming it needs his weight to pack down the snow and he needs at least three or four runs to do it properly.
My son is the first one to find a shovel and start digging, throwing snow as fast as he can down the hill. It's his idea to build an igloo, even though he recruits his children's help, and it's his design. He wants it to be big enough for everyone to huddle within and share the experience. Stairs are carved as well as two entrances and, even though it's not well-rounded, it gets and deserves the attention of neighbors.
There are lots of changes of clothes as the dampness seeps through several layers and snow gets into every seam and crevice causing frozen hands, feet, faces, and a myriad of other body parts, and the washer and dryer are in constant usage. I teach them how to apply plastic bags over socks and between shoes to help ward off the chill and they are surprised at how well it works.
There are breaks for warm-ups in front of a crackling fire and for hot chocolate. The cats are still all in hiding in this highly charged atmosphere and the continuous reminder of "shut the door" resounds like a pealing bell on a Sunday morning but continues to fall on ears with dense screening power.
At the end of the day, children are falling asleep where the land and are gently carried down to bed. That gives the adults time for play and late at night my son and his wife are sledding on snow with a thick icy crust. Whee! Then we take time for relaxation and I am the first to retire. What a wonderful day with my lovely family, oh, how I love them so!
02141997
They arrive in the afternoon loaded with weekend necessities, a great deal of enthusiasm, love and hugs, and inflatable sled, not enough gloves to go around and preparation for dinner for the next two nights as well as lots of snacks they keep the energy level high in the small whirlwinds, in constant motion, I call my grandchildren, but the biggest kid of all is my son. He is the first to slide down the Hill claiming it needs his weight to pack down the snow and he needs at least three or four runs to do it properly.
My son is the first one to find a shovel and start digging, throwing snow as fast as he can down the hill. It's his idea to build an igloo, even though he recruits his children's help, and it's his design. He wants it to be big enough for everyone to huddle within and share the experience. Stairs are carved as well as two entrances and, even though it's not well-rounded, it gets and deserves the attention of neighbors.
There are lots of changes of clothes as the dampness seeps through several layers and snow gets into every seam and crevice causing frozen hands, feet, faces, and a myriad of other body parts, and the washer and dryer are in constant usage. I teach them how to apply plastic bags over socks and between shoes to help ward off the chill and they are surprised at how well it works.
There are breaks for warm-ups in front of a crackling fire and for hot chocolate. The cats are still all in hiding in this highly charged atmosphere and the continuous reminder of "shut the door" resounds like a pealing bell on a Sunday morning but continues to fall on ears with dense screening power.
At the end of the day, children are falling asleep where the land and are gently carried down to bed. That gives the adults time for play and late at night my son and his wife are sledding on snow with a thick icy crust. Whee! Then we take time for relaxation and I am the first to retire. What a wonderful day with my lovely family, oh, how I love them so!
02141997
Thursday, November 23, 2017
A hummingbird friend
I arose to a new snowfall this morning. We will have no shortage; it seems, of water this year. It lasted a little over three hours but was not a deterrent to the squirrels, the birds, or my high spirits.
At nine the sun was out and as I open my front door to an in my face encounter with a hummingbird that came to call. It was as if he had two messages, "Spring is coming"and "where is my food." I have not put out any hummingbird feeders, as yet, not having expected them so soon. It is time to rethink my expectations. The little gold freesias bloomed yesterday, another sign of spring. I took my trusty shovel and expeditiously cleared my driveway, the berm, my car, and my stairway. It was good to be out and exercising and meditating in rhythm.
Ron, the carpenter, came to measure for my staircase handrail and to have me select my preference of wood color. It is time for me to get busy painting the stairwell before the rail is installed. I left off after it painted half of the entryway and have not resumed.
The drive to the post office is an outing I look forward to and I try to make it a time of exploring my new area as well, both to acclimate and admire. This time I was able to cruise the hills at a leisurely pace, to pause at the side of the road when I saw an eye-catching view and to attempt to capture it on film: pictures of the houses nestled in deep valleys with the snow-covered mountains in the background, of winding roads climbing through the forested heights, cloud enveloped mountain caps, and the sheer beauty of God's country. Another time I will return to catch the images of houses clinging to pinnacles. Last night I was concentrating on cloud formations.
Snow flurries started again once I arrived home. There is a deep haze hanging between the mountains and the back deck, so thick it seems as if it could be separated with any object or perhaps blown further away if you could take a deep enough breath. Small icicles have started to form on the tree branches and the birds hopping on the branches left uncovered sent some bobbing like crystals. The birds themselves seem as if nature ornaments until they move. The new snow looks like powdered sugar the edges of the hill while the driveway is still clear. The air stings like tiny arrows through my skin, driving me indoors, where once again I'm greeted by the warmth of my fireplace.
03031994
At nine the sun was out and as I open my front door to an in my face encounter with a hummingbird that came to call. It was as if he had two messages, "Spring is coming"and "where is my food." I have not put out any hummingbird feeders, as yet, not having expected them so soon. It is time to rethink my expectations. The little gold freesias bloomed yesterday, another sign of spring. I took my trusty shovel and expeditiously cleared my driveway, the berm, my car, and my stairway. It was good to be out and exercising and meditating in rhythm.
Ron, the carpenter, came to measure for my staircase handrail and to have me select my preference of wood color. It is time for me to get busy painting the stairwell before the rail is installed. I left off after it painted half of the entryway and have not resumed.
The drive to the post office is an outing I look forward to and I try to make it a time of exploring my new area as well, both to acclimate and admire. This time I was able to cruise the hills at a leisurely pace, to pause at the side of the road when I saw an eye-catching view and to attempt to capture it on film: pictures of the houses nestled in deep valleys with the snow-covered mountains in the background, of winding roads climbing through the forested heights, cloud enveloped mountain caps, and the sheer beauty of God's country. Another time I will return to catch the images of houses clinging to pinnacles. Last night I was concentrating on cloud formations.
Snow flurries started again once I arrived home. There is a deep haze hanging between the mountains and the back deck, so thick it seems as if it could be separated with any object or perhaps blown further away if you could take a deep enough breath. Small icicles have started to form on the tree branches and the birds hopping on the branches left uncovered sent some bobbing like crystals. The birds themselves seem as if nature ornaments until they move. The new snow looks like powdered sugar the edges of the hill while the driveway is still clear. The air stings like tiny arrows through my skin, driving me indoors, where once again I'm greeted by the warmth of my fireplace.
03031994
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
Up before dawn
I was up before the sky lightened. The stars, the moon and I seem to be all there was of morning and the shadows that were indistinct on my hill ended and the once across the road began. It wasn't until the light arrived that I noticed the berm behind my car, which means that sometime since the driver of the snowplow, who tried to rearrange my hill yesterday, had returned to plow again.
My right arm and shoulder are still numb from my workout and I realize how little I really accomplished compared to other days. I'll have to be careful with my shoveling and snow tossing today, to do what I can, and remember there is no contest to win.
I put out some peanuts, raisins and sunflower seeds for Peeker, the squirrel, on the front deck. At first, he and his friend ran away but it wasn't very long before greed, or hunger, brought one back. Could it be Gutsy? He ran across the deck and right in front of me, almost reaching the pan before fear made him make a quick retreat. Instead, they went to the back deck to bother Pesky, coming from both sides. They will be out front again soon as Pesky refuses to share and is very territorial. I wonder if they will share with each other, I bet not!
In the meantime, the Blue Jays have discovered the pan and are taking peanuts two at a time, flying away and quickly coming back for more. Even the stellar jay was here. There won't be many peanuts left for the squirrels, or none at all, if they don't come soon. The fracas on the back deck continues. The quail are all over the front yard and the birdfeeders are a hub of activity. A slice of moon still hangs in the pale blue sky.
By eight thirty I am out shoveling, admiring the wonders around me as I take it slow and steady. The snow piles I created yesterday look like tall peaks of meringue before the pies go into the oven to brown. There are pockets of individual feathers across the ice; I count twelve in all, like the apostles. The Mickey twig nest is all covered in snow, looking like a miniature igloo. My neighbors are on their way to Bakersfield for the day. After an hour it is break time.
The car is now clear of snow, next to the berm, and I still need a path to the propane tank. The sun is warm on the front deck and the squirrels continuously cross under my legs to get to the birdfeeder over and over, not as if I'm invisible but that they recognize I am not a threat to them. How much braver will they get, I wonder? My break time is over and another round of snow awaits me. Another lovely day in God's country.
01311996
My right arm and shoulder are still numb from my workout and I realize how little I really accomplished compared to other days. I'll have to be careful with my shoveling and snow tossing today, to do what I can, and remember there is no contest to win.
I put out some peanuts, raisins and sunflower seeds for Peeker, the squirrel, on the front deck. At first, he and his friend ran away but it wasn't very long before greed, or hunger, brought one back. Could it be Gutsy? He ran across the deck and right in front of me, almost reaching the pan before fear made him make a quick retreat. Instead, they went to the back deck to bother Pesky, coming from both sides. They will be out front again soon as Pesky refuses to share and is very territorial. I wonder if they will share with each other, I bet not!
In the meantime, the Blue Jays have discovered the pan and are taking peanuts two at a time, flying away and quickly coming back for more. Even the stellar jay was here. There won't be many peanuts left for the squirrels, or none at all, if they don't come soon. The fracas on the back deck continues. The quail are all over the front yard and the birdfeeders are a hub of activity. A slice of moon still hangs in the pale blue sky.
By eight thirty I am out shoveling, admiring the wonders around me as I take it slow and steady. The snow piles I created yesterday look like tall peaks of meringue before the pies go into the oven to brown. There are pockets of individual feathers across the ice; I count twelve in all, like the apostles. The Mickey twig nest is all covered in snow, looking like a miniature igloo. My neighbors are on their way to Bakersfield for the day. After an hour it is break time.
The car is now clear of snow, next to the berm, and I still need a path to the propane tank. The sun is warm on the front deck and the squirrels continuously cross under my legs to get to the birdfeeder over and over, not as if I'm invisible but that they recognize I am not a threat to them. How much braver will they get, I wonder? My break time is over and another round of snow awaits me. Another lovely day in God's country.
01311996
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
Got my mail
I realize that I must commit to continued shoveling. Today will be day three of clearing what the blizzard brought. I thank God for the strength He is building in me and for the perseverance to keep going even during adversity and that He is always with me. I thank Him for the beauty of the environment around me and the privilege of being a part of it.
The shovel gang was out, the two neighbor men and me; we are always digging and moving the snow from the latest storm. The wonderful warmth causes me to shed my jacket very early and not long after my wool slip-on. I waited long enough before beginning so that I would not be in danger of falling on slick ice.
I am ever entranced by the sparkle in the snow and it reminds me of the day my granddaughter brought the magic deer food, which was mostly glitter, and how together we scattered it atop the hill and she was sure it would bring me deer for Christmas, reindeer of course.
This morning I found a foot long icicle hanging from my back deck light. I took a picture and hope it turns out as intriguing as the physical sight of it was upon discovery.
My neighbor gave me a ride to the post office as it has been days since either of us could go and of course, wee Betsy, my car, wouldn't make it on these icy roads. He took the scenic route up and back. Going home we climbed up higher and higher and were able to see most of the town below and houses perched on the very tips of the mountains. What a marvelous view they must have but what a challenge to get up there. Who plows those private roads?
Often times there was a single home with a solo view in all directions and for miles below, mainly roofs, treetops, the mountains below them, the curving roads, and above all the breathtaking beauty. The winds must hit with a tremendous force up there with nothing to block the onslaught and mists that however with the clouds could be isolating.
My gift of the heart today was several pictures of my new granddaughter. My favorite has a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that speaks of a mischievous nature. Her sweet smile and sleeping face in others steal my heart. I miss seeing her grow and holding her close. These photos are my lifeline to her and my daughter.
12232001
The shovel gang was out, the two neighbor men and me; we are always digging and moving the snow from the latest storm. The wonderful warmth causes me to shed my jacket very early and not long after my wool slip-on. I waited long enough before beginning so that I would not be in danger of falling on slick ice.
I am ever entranced by the sparkle in the snow and it reminds me of the day my granddaughter brought the magic deer food, which was mostly glitter, and how together we scattered it atop the hill and she was sure it would bring me deer for Christmas, reindeer of course.
This morning I found a foot long icicle hanging from my back deck light. I took a picture and hope it turns out as intriguing as the physical sight of it was upon discovery.
My neighbor gave me a ride to the post office as it has been days since either of us could go and of course, wee Betsy, my car, wouldn't make it on these icy roads. He took the scenic route up and back. Going home we climbed up higher and higher and were able to see most of the town below and houses perched on the very tips of the mountains. What a marvelous view they must have but what a challenge to get up there. Who plows those private roads?
Often times there was a single home with a solo view in all directions and for miles below, mainly roofs, treetops, the mountains below them, the curving roads, and above all the breathtaking beauty. The winds must hit with a tremendous force up there with nothing to block the onslaught and mists that however with the clouds could be isolating.
My gift of the heart today was several pictures of my new granddaughter. My favorite has a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that speaks of a mischievous nature. Her sweet smile and sleeping face in others steal my heart. I miss seeing her grow and holding her close. These photos are my lifeline to her and my daughter.
12232001
Monday, November 20, 2017
Waves of Love
I am the spirit of infinite plenty, individualized. I am boundless abundance in radiant expression. What is expressed and experienced in love must be returned in full measure. Therefore, wave after wave of love and gratitude flow toward me, to share and pass on.
08131998
08131998
Sunday, November 19, 2017
No Surrender
I believed in the power of money, therefore I surrendered by God-given power and the authority to an objectified belief. The opened the door for the possibility of lack, thus causing a separation in consciousness from the source of my supply. Cut off from what gives me life. I believed in mortal man and carnal conditions, and through this faith gave man and conditions power over me.
I believed in the mortal illusion created by the collective consciousness of error, the way humanity plods along in unison, unthinking, and in doing so, I limited the unlimited. No more! This day I renounce my so-called humanhood, and claim my divine inheritance as a being of God. This day I acknowledge God and only God as my substance, my supply, and my support.
03281998
I believed in the mortal illusion created by the collective consciousness of error, the way humanity plods along in unison, unthinking, and in doing so, I limited the unlimited. No more! This day I renounce my so-called humanhood, and claim my divine inheritance as a being of God. This day I acknowledge God and only God as my substance, my supply, and my support.
03281998
Saturday, November 18, 2017
Beyond Belief
Today, I cease believing in visible money as my supply and my support, and I view the world of effect as it truly is.... simply as an outpicturing of my former beliefs. Today, I've decided to change, to put my faith in that which is beyond man.... outside of objects and material things.
03281998
03281998
Friday, November 17, 2017
It's a clearer day
The most beautiful sight this morning was to see a clear sky and Mr. Moon. It may not last through the day but what a lighthearted greeting it is.
The second thing I did, from the necessity of warmth, was to replace the triple pair of socks I removed before going to bed so my feet could breathe. Now I will wait to see the wonders sunrise. Areas of mountain become highlighted by a pink glow as the sun begins his ascent. Then it lightens to crisp white and I am grateful for a new day in God's country.
The clearness reminds me of God's love on this special day and lightens my heart, if not my muscles, to the work ahead, to shovel and clear, as well as always think clear thoughts and know I am loved.
I give myself the goal of creating a path of five feet by five feet at a time and then take a break. I have moved a lot of snow, a shovelful at a time, and the piles on each side of the path I created doubled in height as I continued developing my way out. I ended at my car, clearing part of the hood, one tire, and part of the windshield, and only realize after a hard fall my right hip how slippery the ground beneath my feet had become. The sun was slipping down and no longer aiding in melting the residue of ice beneath the snow I removed. I would guess my new walkway, in the midst of four feet of snow, is approximately fifty feet long.
I took pictures from the deck above and from the front door to document the gift from the blizzard and my hard work. I understand we haven't had such a heavy snow since the 60s.
My neighbors next door were shoveling in tandem until the wife gave in and went inside and left him to toil alone. The neighbor down the road and across the way played music loud enough that all of us could work to the beat. I enjoyed some of the music, like Enya, better than others, such as the wailing sad country songs.
The neighbor's dog is disappointed he cannot take his usual walk and refuses to do his duty in the snow. I laugh at the promises of future green grass and a trip to town, lucky dog. It will be a while before I can take a road trip but my grandchildren may come for a few days play and romp in the mounds of snow and may even build their grandma a snowman in the yard.
01151992
The second thing I did, from the necessity of warmth, was to replace the triple pair of socks I removed before going to bed so my feet could breathe. Now I will wait to see the wonders sunrise. Areas of mountain become highlighted by a pink glow as the sun begins his ascent. Then it lightens to crisp white and I am grateful for a new day in God's country.
The clearness reminds me of God's love on this special day and lightens my heart, if not my muscles, to the work ahead, to shovel and clear, as well as always think clear thoughts and know I am loved.
I give myself the goal of creating a path of five feet by five feet at a time and then take a break. I have moved a lot of snow, a shovelful at a time, and the piles on each side of the path I created doubled in height as I continued developing my way out. I ended at my car, clearing part of the hood, one tire, and part of the windshield, and only realize after a hard fall my right hip how slippery the ground beneath my feet had become. The sun was slipping down and no longer aiding in melting the residue of ice beneath the snow I removed. I would guess my new walkway, in the midst of four feet of snow, is approximately fifty feet long.
I took pictures from the deck above and from the front door to document the gift from the blizzard and my hard work. I understand we haven't had such a heavy snow since the 60s.
My neighbors next door were shoveling in tandem until the wife gave in and went inside and left him to toil alone. The neighbor down the road and across the way played music loud enough that all of us could work to the beat. I enjoyed some of the music, like Enya, better than others, such as the wailing sad country songs.
The neighbor's dog is disappointed he cannot take his usual walk and refuses to do his duty in the snow. I laugh at the promises of future green grass and a trip to town, lucky dog. It will be a while before I can take a road trip but my grandchildren may come for a few days play and romp in the mounds of snow and may even build their grandma a snowman in the yard.
01151992
Thursday, November 16, 2017
Acts of kindness
I am greeted in the early morning by decks gleaming white from six inches of snow, and absence of driveway or street, icicles clinging to the branches as well as patches of snow. The mountains are a combination of white and green again. When the sun begins its ascent the clouds gradually take on a deepening rose hue and the homes are backlit in color.
This morning quail were on the upper deck, walking the rails and calling the others to join them. As they are too large to perch on the feeder they depend on smaller birds dropping seed to the deck and soon go below for richer pickings.
The snowplow seems out of place in this serene setting, an appearance of horse and sled would seem more appropriate. Snow starts falling again before eight, after I've cleared the decks. As most of the sky is azure instead of cloud-hidden it is not a serious storm, as yet, but merely passing flurries.
I start clearing the driveway even though, as I work, I see more serious gray clouds move in over the forest line and a cold wind quickly picks up. The snow is so damp it clings to the shovel and it takes a bit of pounding to remove and still some adheres to it. My feet are freezing in my back prevents me from making the progress I did yesterday. I realized today will be a long, slow, process. Lord, please give me fortitude.
By nine thirty I am wondering at the wisdom of my continued shoveling as the progress is slower, the air colder, in the snow heavier. There are no blue patches left of the sky but a continuous fog-like mist as the latest storm takes over the morning. I take time to fill the birdfeeder that Peeker the squirrel has claimed as his, and nearly emptied. Patience will give me a worthwhile picture as he performs his acrobatics.
The weather has cleared some, so the snow shoveling continues. I also needed to fill the feeders in the trees as they have quickly been emptied by my abundance of bird visitors. I gave the wee Mickey squirrel, which spends most of his day on my lower deck, a treat of several peanuts. Within the time it took me to take a warm shower they are all gone.
My day ended with an act of kindness. I went out to finish shoveling and found that the young man with the snowplow had cleared the end of my driveway. What a wonderful surprise. Thank you for the kindness of strangers, dear God.
02141990
This morning quail were on the upper deck, walking the rails and calling the others to join them. As they are too large to perch on the feeder they depend on smaller birds dropping seed to the deck and soon go below for richer pickings.
The snowplow seems out of place in this serene setting, an appearance of horse and sled would seem more appropriate. Snow starts falling again before eight, after I've cleared the decks. As most of the sky is azure instead of cloud-hidden it is not a serious storm, as yet, but merely passing flurries.
I start clearing the driveway even though, as I work, I see more serious gray clouds move in over the forest line and a cold wind quickly picks up. The snow is so damp it clings to the shovel and it takes a bit of pounding to remove and still some adheres to it. My feet are freezing in my back prevents me from making the progress I did yesterday. I realized today will be a long, slow, process. Lord, please give me fortitude.
By nine thirty I am wondering at the wisdom of my continued shoveling as the progress is slower, the air colder, in the snow heavier. There are no blue patches left of the sky but a continuous fog-like mist as the latest storm takes over the morning. I take time to fill the birdfeeder that Peeker the squirrel has claimed as his, and nearly emptied. Patience will give me a worthwhile picture as he performs his acrobatics.
The weather has cleared some, so the snow shoveling continues. I also needed to fill the feeders in the trees as they have quickly been emptied by my abundance of bird visitors. I gave the wee Mickey squirrel, which spends most of his day on my lower deck, a treat of several peanuts. Within the time it took me to take a warm shower they are all gone.
My day ended with an act of kindness. I went out to finish shoveling and found that the young man with the snowplow had cleared the end of my driveway. What a wonderful surprise. Thank you for the kindness of strangers, dear God.
02141990
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
The end of the day
Tonight the sky is clear and the stars are out to play. The temperature has dropped and the remainder of the snow, after I cleared the decks, crunches under my boots.
The snow was steady all day; sometimes hardy, soft flakes and at other times small pez pellets. The cats got their private animal show and there was so much activity to watch I had to pull up the blinds on even the front windows and I joined in watching and filled the space with my laughter.
Pesky the squirrel, as usual, came to eat but was so continuously distracted chasing off birds and other squirrels that Shredder took the opportunity to gorge himself with seed. Peeker discovered the feeder hanging off the upper front deck and found that if he could stretch out he could grab it and pull it inward and raid the seed, as well as spill seed all over the ground below. Even when I came out on the deck he continued his endeavors and allowed me to take pictures. I wish the neighbors, who laughed at his antics attempting to get the seed from the one I hung from a hook near the eaves, unsuccessfully except in frustration, could have seen him do his circus act with the latest one. He certainly is tenacious.
In the meantime, Gutsy tore open the seed bag and was having his own meal near the front door downstairs, mostly out of the snow, joined off and on by a large variety of birds. When I came out he ran away and then came back while I stood as still as possible, wishing I had my camera, as he was less than a foot away. The next I looked my front deck was filled with quail eating, scratching, investigating, and a few wandering the snow filled yard, then coming back to shelter.
I went out midday to fill all the feeders as the high volume of activity had nearly rendered them empty. I kept the cameras busy snapping pictures and hoping the photographs capture the high energy activity, ingenuity, playfulness, and the joy we all had today.
I feel totally blessed to welcome God's creation and share the abundant bounty He blesses us with. Now it is time to get my feet warm and enjoy my fireplace.
11301995
The snow was steady all day; sometimes hardy, soft flakes and at other times small pez pellets. The cats got their private animal show and there was so much activity to watch I had to pull up the blinds on even the front windows and I joined in watching and filled the space with my laughter.
Pesky the squirrel, as usual, came to eat but was so continuously distracted chasing off birds and other squirrels that Shredder took the opportunity to gorge himself with seed. Peeker discovered the feeder hanging off the upper front deck and found that if he could stretch out he could grab it and pull it inward and raid the seed, as well as spill seed all over the ground below. Even when I came out on the deck he continued his endeavors and allowed me to take pictures. I wish the neighbors, who laughed at his antics attempting to get the seed from the one I hung from a hook near the eaves, unsuccessfully except in frustration, could have seen him do his circus act with the latest one. He certainly is tenacious.
In the meantime, Gutsy tore open the seed bag and was having his own meal near the front door downstairs, mostly out of the snow, joined off and on by a large variety of birds. When I came out he ran away and then came back while I stood as still as possible, wishing I had my camera, as he was less than a foot away. The next I looked my front deck was filled with quail eating, scratching, investigating, and a few wandering the snow filled yard, then coming back to shelter.
I went out midday to fill all the feeders as the high volume of activity had nearly rendered them empty. I kept the cameras busy snapping pictures and hoping the photographs capture the high energy activity, ingenuity, playfulness, and the joy we all had today.
I feel totally blessed to welcome God's creation and share the abundant bounty He blesses us with. Now it is time to get my feet warm and enjoy my fireplace.
11301995
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
Me and the moon
The moon and me are up early. It's not quite time for the moon to be in bed and the cats roused me early with their fighting. I marvel at the moon's perfection, in full radiance, and the shadows of landmasses or perhaps waters, outlined like an atlas on the surface, as he drifts in and out of the clouds, lighting them in gold wherever his luminance touches. There is a cold breeze blowing in the stars hang in the sky like brilliant polished white diamonds. All is peaceful and quiet and nothing seems to stir put me casting a solitary shadow on my front deck and admiring the light outline of snow below, and the trees which are nearly black against the horizon. Good morning God.
One by one a light comes on in the scattered houses in the hills around me causing gold lit window shapes to be seen fractionally through the trees and I know I am no longer the only early riser here on the mountaintop. Good morning world. I wonder if my neighbors share my fascination with the receding night and new breaking dawn.
The outline the houses slowly take shape as the sky, almost imperceptively, lightens in gradients. Inside my own place, I only hear the soft ticking of the clock. As the moon disappears from view and the sky lightens, the snow takes on a blue whiteness, ever brightening, and the mountains are seen in greater detail. Welcome to you, oh morning, the coming of a new day.
Now there are incoming dark gray clouds that the moon, as it recedes, plays peekaboo behind, and there is a touch of pink sky appearing behind the mountains. The air so cold you can only stand it for minutes at a time before retreating indoors to thaw out again. In a short while, the gray clouds move on and in their wake are mountains of green backlit by salmon-colored clouds in a light aqua sky.
Day is truly breaking; the birds have begun to sing in joy, the air is filled with the scent of a morning fireplace lit to warm the inhabitants of a nearby home and Pesky the squirrel will soon be here for his breakfast. It is time to put the feeder out, filled with goodies a squirrel and birds consider a banquet.
As the sky deepens to a darker hue, more clouds move in from the north and it seems a new snow storm may quickly be approaching and the temperature seems to have dropped even further. The birds are enjoying their morning seed and I will wait to see what the day holds, whether sun or snow, I will live it joy and conscious awareness, as well as gratitude. Thank you God for this day that is only beginning and for all that holds.
11291993
One by one a light comes on in the scattered houses in the hills around me causing gold lit window shapes to be seen fractionally through the trees and I know I am no longer the only early riser here on the mountaintop. Good morning world. I wonder if my neighbors share my fascination with the receding night and new breaking dawn.
The outline the houses slowly take shape as the sky, almost imperceptively, lightens in gradients. Inside my own place, I only hear the soft ticking of the clock. As the moon disappears from view and the sky lightens, the snow takes on a blue whiteness, ever brightening, and the mountains are seen in greater detail. Welcome to you, oh morning, the coming of a new day.
Now there are incoming dark gray clouds that the moon, as it recedes, plays peekaboo behind, and there is a touch of pink sky appearing behind the mountains. The air so cold you can only stand it for minutes at a time before retreating indoors to thaw out again. In a short while, the gray clouds move on and in their wake are mountains of green backlit by salmon-colored clouds in a light aqua sky.
Day is truly breaking; the birds have begun to sing in joy, the air is filled with the scent of a morning fireplace lit to warm the inhabitants of a nearby home and Pesky the squirrel will soon be here for his breakfast. It is time to put the feeder out, filled with goodies a squirrel and birds consider a banquet.
As the sky deepens to a darker hue, more clouds move in from the north and it seems a new snow storm may quickly be approaching and the temperature seems to have dropped even further. The birds are enjoying their morning seed and I will wait to see what the day holds, whether sun or snow, I will live it joy and conscious awareness, as well as gratitude. Thank you God for this day that is only beginning and for all that holds.
11291993
Monday, November 13, 2017
Squirrels, driveways and pictures
I'd been husking and throwing peanuts to the big gray squirrels out front when one of the little Mickey squirrels comes up to me begging for his share, which I gladly provided. I threw them in the seed bag, which he had knocked down in order to eat from the hole they conveniently created and he dove in after them.
Snowflakes are swirling and dancing in the sky and softly floating to a landing on the ever-growing drifts I have not shoveled, as I'm waiting for the snow the let up first.
This morning Pesky the squirrel was quite vocal, sitting on the railing and chattering loudly, making the squirrel warning sounds. It was as if he were trying to tell me something that in my ignorance I could not understand. I came right up to the window and he allowed me to take pictures without skittering away and he held one paw quite close to his chest. He didn't stay to eat but left suddenly and the birds have been enjoying his rations.
The quail came to create designs in the newly fallen snow, with swirls and loops going out in many different directions. The sun is come out to warm the day and to melt the snow again, at least some of it. I will help clear the driveway with my trusty shovel. In the meantime, a calmer Pesky has come back for his breakfast and the cats are now giving him the attention he feels he deserves.
I learned later that the Hawk was here in the morning, seen by my neighbor, circling overhead; a good reason for this skittishness and chatter of the morning. The Hawk is more interested in catching quail but a fat little squirrel probably would not go unnoticed either.
My neighbor cleared my whole driveway in return for its use to transport the wood he has brought back in his truck to his backyard. I find it a good bargain indeed.
I spend the day on creating more greeting cards. The photograph taken through my upstairs window is lovely but not as crisp as the ones outside because the glass is lightly tinted. A drop of snow hitting my camera lens has marred the picture of my home that is outstanding otherwise with the icy white bushes and the snow falling, blown by the wind. You can feel the cold chill just looking at it and see the flying flakes against the brown of the wood of my home, like fine polka dots in motion. The mountains are barely an outline through the haze and the trees stand out in green relief. Still, I have several pictures that turned out well for my greeting cards and I have the anticipation of finding what the two rolls of undeveloped film hold in the future when I can get down to town to have them brought to life.
12021987
Snowflakes are swirling and dancing in the sky and softly floating to a landing on the ever-growing drifts I have not shoveled, as I'm waiting for the snow the let up first.
This morning Pesky the squirrel was quite vocal, sitting on the railing and chattering loudly, making the squirrel warning sounds. It was as if he were trying to tell me something that in my ignorance I could not understand. I came right up to the window and he allowed me to take pictures without skittering away and he held one paw quite close to his chest. He didn't stay to eat but left suddenly and the birds have been enjoying his rations.
The quail came to create designs in the newly fallen snow, with swirls and loops going out in many different directions. The sun is come out to warm the day and to melt the snow again, at least some of it. I will help clear the driveway with my trusty shovel. In the meantime, a calmer Pesky has come back for his breakfast and the cats are now giving him the attention he feels he deserves.
I learned later that the Hawk was here in the morning, seen by my neighbor, circling overhead; a good reason for this skittishness and chatter of the morning. The Hawk is more interested in catching quail but a fat little squirrel probably would not go unnoticed either.
My neighbor cleared my whole driveway in return for its use to transport the wood he has brought back in his truck to his backyard. I find it a good bargain indeed.
I spend the day on creating more greeting cards. The photograph taken through my upstairs window is lovely but not as crisp as the ones outside because the glass is lightly tinted. A drop of snow hitting my camera lens has marred the picture of my home that is outstanding otherwise with the icy white bushes and the snow falling, blown by the wind. You can feel the cold chill just looking at it and see the flying flakes against the brown of the wood of my home, like fine polka dots in motion. The mountains are barely an outline through the haze and the trees stand out in green relief. Still, I have several pictures that turned out well for my greeting cards and I have the anticipation of finding what the two rolls of undeveloped film hold in the future when I can get down to town to have them brought to life.
12021987
Sunday, November 12, 2017
The Eternal
Let me stand strong
in the face of adversity
fight for justice always
and do right daily
give me guidance
when I stray....
show me the light
that I find the eternal
03221996
in the face of adversity
fight for justice always
and do right daily
give me guidance
when I stray....
show me the light
that I find the eternal
03221996
Saturday, November 11, 2017
Grace
Knowing God's love
gives me meaning...
and balance in life
He fills my heart,
and blesses me...
with grace.
03221996
gives me meaning...
and balance in life
He fills my heart,
and blesses me...
with grace.
03221996
Friday, November 10, 2017
Thank you
Lord, you helped me find balance
and the proper measure in all that I do.
You've been witness to my life,
and the good I've tried to do.
You've helped me up when I failed
and never lost patience with me.
For this, let me thank you.....
03301996
and the proper measure in all that I do.
You've been witness to my life,
and the good I've tried to do.
You've helped me up when I failed
and never lost patience with me.
For this, let me thank you.....
03301996
Thursday, November 9, 2017
A new snowfall today
Today, I awoke to a white Wonderland again; then a sound I mistook for rain but instead was snow like miniature hail falling fast and hard on the deck. There is a cold wind that kicks up its heels and bangs the rockers against the boards and temporarily turns my blood to ice. The thick screen of clouds shrouds the top part of the mountains like netting over a baby's bassinet and I feel very near to God, as if He has reached His hand down to replace what has melted off too soon and reinstate winter that had never really gone, only pause for a few days, as if nature held its breath and has now exhaled in a powerful gasp. It reminds me, as well, to slow myself down and just breathe, to make a conscious contact with all that I see, hear, feel, and to acknowledge that God is at work in the world around me.
For the first time in days I hear the sound of the snowplow on our hill and feel the crunch of fresh snow under my feet. It is time to take the long-johns out again and the double socks and boots. I will wait for the snow the let up, as well as the winds, before I attempt to shovel outside. Pesky the squirrel has braved the cold and come for his breakfast at a very early hour. I hadn't, as yet, put his feeder out, but as it is already filled from the night before I soon remedy that. He jumps down to the trees when I come outside but is soon back to eat with gusto before the birds steal the tastiest treats.
I believe the snow will be with us most of the day and possibly through the night and I plan my activities to coincide with the weather. To live up here you must learn to accommodate the rhythm of the seasons and better yet, to be conscious in your appreciation of nature. So today, I will work on my writing, my greeting cards, and on my computer.
Unusually, the snowplow has made several passes on the road, trying to get the snow ever higher on the berm and to widen the road where it long ago disappeared from sight, leaving a one-lane path down the middle. The quail and a variety of birds are having a dig fest in the snow, uncovering a banquet of birdseed and leaving a calling card of tracks imprinted on the freshly fallen flakes behind them. Gutsy, the big gray squirrel, hasn't been out directing traffic of late, running off the competition for every kernel of food, but Pesky has company outback who acted quite bold. Could it be our front yard friend?
12091989
For the first time in days I hear the sound of the snowplow on our hill and feel the crunch of fresh snow under my feet. It is time to take the long-johns out again and the double socks and boots. I will wait for the snow the let up, as well as the winds, before I attempt to shovel outside. Pesky the squirrel has braved the cold and come for his breakfast at a very early hour. I hadn't, as yet, put his feeder out, but as it is already filled from the night before I soon remedy that. He jumps down to the trees when I come outside but is soon back to eat with gusto before the birds steal the tastiest treats.
I believe the snow will be with us most of the day and possibly through the night and I plan my activities to coincide with the weather. To live up here you must learn to accommodate the rhythm of the seasons and better yet, to be conscious in your appreciation of nature. So today, I will work on my writing, my greeting cards, and on my computer.
Unusually, the snowplow has made several passes on the road, trying to get the snow ever higher on the berm and to widen the road where it long ago disappeared from sight, leaving a one-lane path down the middle. The quail and a variety of birds are having a dig fest in the snow, uncovering a banquet of birdseed and leaving a calling card of tracks imprinted on the freshly fallen flakes behind them. Gutsy, the big gray squirrel, hasn't been out directing traffic of late, running off the competition for every kernel of food, but Pesky has company outback who acted quite bold. Could it be our front yard friend?
12091989
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
We learn by lessons
When we believe that God gives us what we need, when we need it, we often overlook the fact that includes the lessons in life we need to grow in spirit as well as the many blessings He bestows in our lives. It is through hardships that we grow. Today I'm worried for a friend who is going through much difficulty. I've been unable to reach her but my prayers and God can, so I offer them up on Angel's wings that she knows she is not alone.
I continue to explore our beautiful village with camera at my side, driving new roads, today climbing ever higher that ended in a cul-de-sac and a magnificent view of the snow-covered mountain with stately pines reaching skyward toward heaven's gates and spreading their wide branches as if to encompass the horizon. I cannot stop for long as the roads are narrow and made more so by the snow burms on both sides. It would be a marvelous privilege to view even more from the privacy of the decks from houses clinging to the sides of the Hills. I can only imagine from the beauty I experience from my own decks and would love to see it from different perspectives.
I have many roads left to travel and many seasons yet to experience here. I look forward to it with a sense of excitement and anticipation but I concentrate on the now to see this beautiful place with fresh eyes each day, to live in the moment.
A wee bird was feasting in the birdfeeder on the upper deck. He seemed as curious about me as I was interested in observing him and not at all nervous or flighty. He allowed me to get up close and take his picture while he continued to pick apart and choose over the seed, throwing his rejects down for the Mickey Squirrels to find. The birds are accepting me in their same space more and more, as are the squirrels.
I spent the afternoon working on my greeting cards and the logo for the back. I finally settled on Pesky the squirrel on the deck. He seems a symbol of mine new life here in God's country, a closeness to nature, God's creatures, and that we share this home, me in the house in them in their own homes in trees and nests. I may have paperwork and make payments but they were here long before I came and they allow me to see into their lives when I am quiet and treat them with mutual respect, they are a part of my every day and I theirs.
12061989
I continue to explore our beautiful village with camera at my side, driving new roads, today climbing ever higher that ended in a cul-de-sac and a magnificent view of the snow-covered mountain with stately pines reaching skyward toward heaven's gates and spreading their wide branches as if to encompass the horizon. I cannot stop for long as the roads are narrow and made more so by the snow burms on both sides. It would be a marvelous privilege to view even more from the privacy of the decks from houses clinging to the sides of the Hills. I can only imagine from the beauty I experience from my own decks and would love to see it from different perspectives.
I have many roads left to travel and many seasons yet to experience here. I look forward to it with a sense of excitement and anticipation but I concentrate on the now to see this beautiful place with fresh eyes each day, to live in the moment.
A wee bird was feasting in the birdfeeder on the upper deck. He seemed as curious about me as I was interested in observing him and not at all nervous or flighty. He allowed me to get up close and take his picture while he continued to pick apart and choose over the seed, throwing his rejects down for the Mickey Squirrels to find. The birds are accepting me in their same space more and more, as are the squirrels.
I spent the afternoon working on my greeting cards and the logo for the back. I finally settled on Pesky the squirrel on the deck. He seems a symbol of mine new life here in God's country, a closeness to nature, God's creatures, and that we share this home, me in the house in them in their own homes in trees and nests. I may have paperwork and make payments but they were here long before I came and they allow me to see into their lives when I am quiet and treat them with mutual respect, they are a part of my every day and I theirs.
12061989
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Embrace the day
The summeresque sun is out again today doing its work of turning snow into rivulets of water making their way to the backyard or washing down to the streets below the hill I live on. The patches first appear around the plants that were buried as if their extra heat gives an incentive to clearing it away. A wee Brown Squirrel was scratching in the flower bed in search of food and as I had cleaned up most of the husks he wasn't having much luck in finding any. I shelled some peanuts and dropped them from the deck above. The Mickey Squirrel must have thought it was manna from heaven when he located the first one. Grabbing it the squirrel sat in a flowerpot with his treasure to feast upon. It took him almost five minutes to accomplish the devouring of one peanut, not like the quick work the bigger grays make of it. I don't think he had ever had a peanut before as he ate it was such reverence and relish as I watched out of his sight from above.
Since I moved the pan of seeds to the side of the house it hasn't had as much traffic as before. Either Gutsy the squirrel doesn't like the area it's in as well or he hasn't discovered its new whereabouts. Neither have the birds been fighting in it but instead have been eating from the several hanging bird feeders.
I was reminiscing as I lounged outdoors of small planes that were flying overhead, in formation, just yesterday. There were three in the group, two white and the red one, circling above me in several loops and then one more trailing far behind. Finally, after several passes, they changed direction and headed back toward the small airport they had recently left, with the tilt of their wings and, I'm sure, a sense of satisfaction.
A small bevy of quail have made their way from the back yard to go up the hill into the forested area across the street. It's not like the whole group, which sometimes comes to my hill, but just a small representation of the whole.
The computer has brought results of much activity in the genealogy search of late. New relatives have been located in far-off lands. It puts an excitement into the rhythm of the day. Also old pictures have been located causing the past to come to life on my screen and looking back at me. It's hard to express just how much finding out about my roots means to me, a true blessing indeed.
I embrace the wonderful gift of this day and all the blessings that it has brought to me and I look forward to tomorrow.
12041989
Since I moved the pan of seeds to the side of the house it hasn't had as much traffic as before. Either Gutsy the squirrel doesn't like the area it's in as well or he hasn't discovered its new whereabouts. Neither have the birds been fighting in it but instead have been eating from the several hanging bird feeders.
I was reminiscing as I lounged outdoors of small planes that were flying overhead, in formation, just yesterday. There were three in the group, two white and the red one, circling above me in several loops and then one more trailing far behind. Finally, after several passes, they changed direction and headed back toward the small airport they had recently left, with the tilt of their wings and, I'm sure, a sense of satisfaction.
A small bevy of quail have made their way from the back yard to go up the hill into the forested area across the street. It's not like the whole group, which sometimes comes to my hill, but just a small representation of the whole.
The computer has brought results of much activity in the genealogy search of late. New relatives have been located in far-off lands. It puts an excitement into the rhythm of the day. Also old pictures have been located causing the past to come to life on my screen and looking back at me. It's hard to express just how much finding out about my roots means to me, a true blessing indeed.
I embrace the wonderful gift of this day and all the blessings that it has brought to me and I look forward to tomorrow.
12041989
Monday, November 6, 2017
Like a summer day
Today my flower beds reappeared in front of the house for it was warm as summer and very invigorating. I hung the new birdfeeders, two in the trees and one from the front deck. It didn't take long at all for the birds to discover their whereabouts and partake of the sunflower seeds. Eventually, the forest outback will also have feeders dangling like ornaments from their branches as well as homes for my nesting friends.
I've been busy moving flowerpots to more permanent stations and putting up brackets so that others may be suspended from the rail. It will be wonderful to have them in bloom with flowers trailing as they do in European villages. I will have to locate my seeds soon but I will wait a little while longer knowing this warmth may be but a brief respite. I've swept up two bags of seed husks from the driveway as the snow receded and they thawed in the warmth of the sun.
The roof provides a constant sound like raindrops as the snow melts from the shady side. Part of the stairs are now showing through the snow although there is still a large ridge of ice down the middle and the backyard, as it is shaded by the large grove of oaks, still deep in snow. The steady melting from the front is causing a stream of water to run around the side of the house to the back. If enough snow runs into the crevice that is carved into the earth a small stream will form. It will take many more days of summerlike conditions to clear the hills around me, including my own. The snow berm is slowly dissipating and gravity is caring it downhill.
The ever-changing, continuously evolving, world and the mountains is like being in a constant state of joy. The evenings are still cool and require warm jacket outdoors. The sky slowly deepens into a cobalt gray and the moon and stars are beginning to make their appearance. The mountain blur into a dark shadow, it's detail disappearing into the dusk. It has been a day of serenity, as well as accomplishment. The decks are clean again and I have placed a rug in the front of the lower door, as there will be much mud of foot. Lord, thank you for this wonderful day.
12031989
I've been busy moving flowerpots to more permanent stations and putting up brackets so that others may be suspended from the rail. It will be wonderful to have them in bloom with flowers trailing as they do in European villages. I will have to locate my seeds soon but I will wait a little while longer knowing this warmth may be but a brief respite. I've swept up two bags of seed husks from the driveway as the snow receded and they thawed in the warmth of the sun.
The roof provides a constant sound like raindrops as the snow melts from the shady side. Part of the stairs are now showing through the snow although there is still a large ridge of ice down the middle and the backyard, as it is shaded by the large grove of oaks, still deep in snow. The steady melting from the front is causing a stream of water to run around the side of the house to the back. If enough snow runs into the crevice that is carved into the earth a small stream will form. It will take many more days of summerlike conditions to clear the hills around me, including my own. The snow berm is slowly dissipating and gravity is caring it downhill.
The ever-changing, continuously evolving, world and the mountains is like being in a constant state of joy. The evenings are still cool and require warm jacket outdoors. The sky slowly deepens into a cobalt gray and the moon and stars are beginning to make their appearance. The mountain blur into a dark shadow, it's detail disappearing into the dusk. It has been a day of serenity, as well as accomplishment. The decks are clean again and I have placed a rug in the front of the lower door, as there will be much mud of foot. Lord, thank you for this wonderful day.
12031989
Sunday, November 5, 2017
One day of play
This morning the air is filled with children's voices echoing with excitement as they ride their sleds down the snow-packed slopes behind the weekender home. Sounds of "oh, my God" fills the usual silence. I can imagine the exhilaration they feel as if it is Christmas morning and they just discovered their packages under the tree. Piercing screams as long as the ride comes careening down to my ears. They probably spent an intense night waiting for the morning light.
There is a bevy of squirrels on the decks, both on the railing and under the table. Pesky must be very hungry as he's trying to eat as fast as he can and doesn't chase the other squirrels right off until they get much too close. I suspect that the something that has been nibbling on my railing is the frustrated squirrels. I'm thinking of what could be a safe but effective deterrent, like curing a small child of thumbsucking.
I have needed to stock up on groceries and had a talk with God last night. Today my friend called and asked me to go to Bakersfield with her. I am grateful for another answer to a prayer. I know it will be a while before it is safe to drive my own wee car to town. God provides what we need when we needed and what we believe is what we receive. Faith is a powerful force, an element of movement in the universe.
It is good to be home at the end of a long day of shopping. I have accomplished much, including acquiring three more birdfeeders. I will decide tomorrow where it is best to hang them. I also bought one hanger that clamps onto the railing, whether it accommodates the squirrels are birds is something for the eyes to see. It just might be both.
The evening stillness is broken by the hoot of an owl, over and over again. Then the high-pitched calls of the coyotes send shivers down my spine, 'yip, yip, yhooh'.... First from one side of the hills then another. It is apparent they are on the move and foraging for prey. The almost full moon is out. I have not heard coyotes in the neighborhood for a while, it could be they prefer the fuller moon to hunt by?
The weekenders have already left after arriving just last night. One day of energetic play in the snow must have been excitement enough. Now to bed for me, I've had enough as well. It was a good day of play.
11021990
There is a bevy of squirrels on the decks, both on the railing and under the table. Pesky must be very hungry as he's trying to eat as fast as he can and doesn't chase the other squirrels right off until they get much too close. I suspect that the something that has been nibbling on my railing is the frustrated squirrels. I'm thinking of what could be a safe but effective deterrent, like curing a small child of thumbsucking.
I have needed to stock up on groceries and had a talk with God last night. Today my friend called and asked me to go to Bakersfield with her. I am grateful for another answer to a prayer. I know it will be a while before it is safe to drive my own wee car to town. God provides what we need when we needed and what we believe is what we receive. Faith is a powerful force, an element of movement in the universe.
It is good to be home at the end of a long day of shopping. I have accomplished much, including acquiring three more birdfeeders. I will decide tomorrow where it is best to hang them. I also bought one hanger that clamps onto the railing, whether it accommodates the squirrels are birds is something for the eyes to see. It just might be both.
The evening stillness is broken by the hoot of an owl, over and over again. Then the high-pitched calls of the coyotes send shivers down my spine, 'yip, yip, yhooh'.... First from one side of the hills then another. It is apparent they are on the move and foraging for prey. The almost full moon is out. I have not heard coyotes in the neighborhood for a while, it could be they prefer the fuller moon to hunt by?
The weekenders have already left after arriving just last night. One day of energetic play in the snow must have been excitement enough. Now to bed for me, I've had enough as well. It was a good day of play.
11021990
Saturday, November 4, 2017
Taking more pictures
As I look out the window the mountains are almost free of all snow as is the big oak outside my kitchen. The day holds a promise of more warmth and sunshine, which kindles a desire to explore the outdoors in greater depth.
The quail this morning are here in mass, some skiing down the hill, others running or taking a short flight to get to their destination. Gutsy, the squirrel is running in all directions trying to scare them away. The rabbit appears once again across the road and two stellar jays are on the wires overhead. It is a bedlam of activity and bird calls, mini-battles of the moment and some confusion. It is nature alive in the elements. The kitties are at the windows watching and Pesky is holding his own ground on the back deck and chasing the birds and other squirrels which are invading what he considers his territory.
It is liberating to take my own car to the village, although I deeply appreciate the kindness of friends who have driven me in the inclement weather. Both will soon be working so, weather permitting, I will be on my own. I came back up Zurmatt Street on the way home to get a different view. I had taken more pictures while in town, one of the village sign and the minimart and others of the lake and the golf course for my greeting card project. Later I went for walk up the hill admiring my neighborhood, gathering pictures, and getting a view of my own home from a different perspective, seeing my back deck and windows from another street and the houses I usually look down on from my deck, I now admired front side from their driveways.
On my way home I saw my neighbor shoveling the weekender house next door. I assumed, by the actions, the owners are coming to visit for the weekend and, certainly later, lights were on and children were making snow angels in the backyard yelling for their grandpa's attention and toting sleds of different colors.
My neighbor next to me has spent another day digging out his driveway after being away last weekend. He's been working at it for several days now. Today he was using a pickax to break up the ice and then shoveling it into a wheelbarrow, which shows that it is more difficult longer you delay, but we all need to get out of town at times. I believe we just need to weigh our options and make a conscious decision based on our priorities. My priority right now is enjoying the day and taking more pictures.
12281991
The quail this morning are here in mass, some skiing down the hill, others running or taking a short flight to get to their destination. Gutsy, the squirrel is running in all directions trying to scare them away. The rabbit appears once again across the road and two stellar jays are on the wires overhead. It is a bedlam of activity and bird calls, mini-battles of the moment and some confusion. It is nature alive in the elements. The kitties are at the windows watching and Pesky is holding his own ground on the back deck and chasing the birds and other squirrels which are invading what he considers his territory.
It is liberating to take my own car to the village, although I deeply appreciate the kindness of friends who have driven me in the inclement weather. Both will soon be working so, weather permitting, I will be on my own. I came back up Zurmatt Street on the way home to get a different view. I had taken more pictures while in town, one of the village sign and the minimart and others of the lake and the golf course for my greeting card project. Later I went for walk up the hill admiring my neighborhood, gathering pictures, and getting a view of my own home from a different perspective, seeing my back deck and windows from another street and the houses I usually look down on from my deck, I now admired front side from their driveways.
On my way home I saw my neighbor shoveling the weekender house next door. I assumed, by the actions, the owners are coming to visit for the weekend and, certainly later, lights were on and children were making snow angels in the backyard yelling for their grandpa's attention and toting sleds of different colors.
My neighbor next to me has spent another day digging out his driveway after being away last weekend. He's been working at it for several days now. Today he was using a pickax to break up the ice and then shoveling it into a wheelbarrow, which shows that it is more difficult longer you delay, but we all need to get out of town at times. I believe we just need to weigh our options and make a conscious decision based on our priorities. My priority right now is enjoying the day and taking more pictures.
12281991
Friday, November 3, 2017
Thursday, November 2, 2017
In Faith
Flourish in a peaceful way
Give from the heart with love
Honor yourself and others
In faith live each day....
03121996
Give from the heart with love
Honor yourself and others
In faith live each day....
03121996
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
Live in the moment
It's another beautiful day. All the squirrels are out; Pesky on the back deck, Peeker came up the side of the house and sat on the eave and stared at me for a while as I made conversation at him. Then he ran up on the roof. Gutsy is hogging all the food out front in the pan and running the birds off so they are coming to the feeder. I saw a Jackrabbit across the road, the first I've seen in a long time. Shredder, the squirrel with the torn ear, has shown up on the back deck and is keeping Pesky busy chasing him off, and then managing to get a share of the food in the meantime. My yard and my world are certainly full of activity.
I took a short walk and threw some sunflower seeds up on my hill so that the birds and small brown squirrels and maybe even the quail and rabbits can come to feed. The black lab that wanders the hill across the road warned me not to come further in my walk, at least not in his direction.
The small Mickey squirrels, which live in the wood piles in the forest area, came out chirping, at least one chirped and one just looked. These are the piles my son was sure were inhabited by rats and wanted to destroy. These are the homes or nests of many small, shy, darting brown squirrels and I'm sure it took much work and time to build their shelters.
Something has been eating heartily on the wooden balcony and the bottom edges of my back deck. I haven't heard a woodpecker so I am curious what it is and how to prevent further damage. I will have to inquire of others. In the meantime, I will have to keep a better look out.
The old lady cat, lately, has taken to sleeping the night upstairs while the other two cats who often slept together upstairs now come down to be with me. I wonder if they have come to some agreement on this. They certainly haven't become any friendlier in the over three months they have not lived separate lives.
It is good to be able to drive into the village for the second day in a row and to have my independence. I took my camera along to capture the ambiance on film. The golf course covered with snow and the warning of "thin ice" captivates me, as does the post office, which has become a gathering spot as well as a place of news to all who live up here.
11201990
I took a short walk and threw some sunflower seeds up on my hill so that the birds and small brown squirrels and maybe even the quail and rabbits can come to feed. The black lab that wanders the hill across the road warned me not to come further in my walk, at least not in his direction.
The small Mickey squirrels, which live in the wood piles in the forest area, came out chirping, at least one chirped and one just looked. These are the piles my son was sure were inhabited by rats and wanted to destroy. These are the homes or nests of many small, shy, darting brown squirrels and I'm sure it took much work and time to build their shelters.
Something has been eating heartily on the wooden balcony and the bottom edges of my back deck. I haven't heard a woodpecker so I am curious what it is and how to prevent further damage. I will have to inquire of others. In the meantime, I will have to keep a better look out.
The old lady cat, lately, has taken to sleeping the night upstairs while the other two cats who often slept together upstairs now come down to be with me. I wonder if they have come to some agreement on this. They certainly haven't become any friendlier in the over three months they have not lived separate lives.
It is good to be able to drive into the village for the second day in a row and to have my independence. I took my camera along to capture the ambiance on film. The golf course covered with snow and the warning of "thin ice" captivates me, as does the post office, which has become a gathering spot as well as a place of news to all who live up here.
11201990
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