Day 5, Antelope Horns “I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.” John Burroughs, The Summit of the Years. Observing nature is not only about what we see, but about what is awaken in us by what we … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 5
DAY 3 of a Seven Day Bouquet, Pink Mimosa. “By a close observer I do not mean a minute, cold-blooded specialist — “a fingering slave, one who would peep and botanize upon his mother’s grave,” — but a man who looks closely and steadily at nature, and notes the individual features of tree and rock … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 3
DAY 2 of a Seven Day Bouquet, yellow flowers. “So far as seeing things is an art, it is the art of keeping your eyes and ears open. The art of nature is all in the direction of concealment. The birds, the animals, all the wild creatures, for the most part try to … Continue reading A Seven Day Bouquet: Day 2
She folds towels like the mom I watched as a child — aligning corners, sweeping her fingers across the terry, smoothing before flipping for a final fold, her accomplishment culminating in a smile of satisfaction. Before dementia, her folds had purpose, a mother caring for her family. Now she folds while not knowing why. A … Continue reading A Practice Run to the Finish Line
When I walk on a sunlit day, I sense God smiling down in sunshine. Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, “The earth laughs in flowers.” Over the past weeks while witnessing the sedums in bloom, I’ve seen the earth cracking up and beaming back a thanks to above. The smiling down is more than a singular sunbeam … Continue reading Sedums Again!
What a pallet upon which to place tiny treasures. The bursting of spring across the landscape is a painterly expression attributed to one artist. The view changes at each moment in millions of moves — the budding leaves and flowers, the emerging colors, and the sprouting blades and … Continue reading Spring, See it with the Heart
He is Risen. Known. Believed. Loved. HAPPY EASTER
It’s winter for a short time more and the ranch is wearing winter colors — cold blues, shades of gray, and gentle browns bitten by freeze. I love a winter day that points to spring while carrying along memories of fall. Today I am in my swing, a favorite spot to write, looking out … Continue reading Come Walk Through the Grass