Ever Vigilant
It must be difficult to drink your fill when you’re always on the alert for feisty rivals.
Frightening Fashion Friday: Say Cheese!
It’s time for a new picture directory at our church, and in honor of the event I thought I’d share a couple of favorite family photos from a similar session years ago. Once again, I’m not too sure about my coiffure choice… are hair flips ever a good idea?
Gotta Go!
I just happened to catch this little fella leaving his (or her) perch in hot pursuit of another hummer.
Morning Pick-Me-Up
I spied this bouquet of flowers sticking out of a mailbox early one morning. It made me smile to think of the surprise someone would soon discover
Frightening Fashion Friday: Party Hardy
Now THIS is a birthday party (my seventh)… simple fun, homemade cake, and great hats. I love the look of excitement on my face at the prospect of blowing out those candles. (My sister L appears to be a bit squirmy, though.)
Night Songs
I love the sounds of a late summer evening — they remind me that there’s so much more to Mother Nature than the obvious. Take a listen here.
The Eighth Month
Three years ago I wrote a blog entry called August Doldrums in which I suggested that the month of August was lacking in many ways. Over time I have reevaluated my position, and August now sits very close to the top of my favorites list.
I’ve come to recognize a certain vibrancy in August (especially in nature) that I failed to absorb in the past. It is really a month of preparation and transition. There’s a unique richness to the shades of green as foliage begins to dull down; flowers that were once showy have now faded into sources of sustenance and fuel; our backyard is filled with hummingbirds bulking up for strenuous flights south; young cardinals are still learning the ropes of survival; summer crops continue to produce bountiful harvests; and, with the sun glowing from a new angle, the days are shorter but no less dynamic.
August is, in its own way, very robust, and I have a new-found respect for her offerings.
Frightening Fashion Friday: High and Wide
At first I thought surely the wind had caught my hair and lifted it up and out, but no one else’s hair appears to be blowing. That’s a mighty high do on my head.
For the Wild at Heart
Today was the first day of school for local scholars. I don’t remember having backpacks like this when I was a kid.
The Sorcerer’s Apprentice
H bought himself a drone for his birthday, and he couldn’t be happier. I refer to it as a toy, but he claims it will be a useful tool for quality control during our upcoming roof replacement. (It takes high-definition videos.)
On his first (and somewhat shaky) practice run, H inadvertently flew the helicopter into his mom’s Japanese Maple (a favorite tree of hers), shearing off quite a few leaves. After that, she remained in her garden guarding her roses while he perfected his maneuvering skills.
Tree Fishing 