Hunting Mushrooms In Our Yard 2

I almost missed this one, hiding behind a log. Great weather for mushroom hunting these days.

Hunting Mushrooms In Our Yard

The rain has awakened the mushroom spores and they are popping up all over our yard.
Such a treasure hunt.

Seeing Beyond

We only get a glimpse
between branches
tree trunks,

shades of blue
or grey-brown
often shining gold
or back-lit by
setting dusk

a glimpse of hills
of distant
future
beyond who we are
and what we are doing.

A glimpse of me,
of you
beyond this room,
this life.

©1996 Sharron R. McMillan

Be Kind

New bud on the mini rose bush youngest daughter gave us in the summer. Lovely.

Kindness is never wasted.
If it has no effect on the recipient,
at least it benefits the bestower.
~ S.H. Simmons

What the World Needs Now Is Reciprocity

There is one word which may serve as a rule of practice for all one’s life — reciprocity. ~Confucius

Reciprocity – a situation or relationship in which two people or groups agree to do something similar for each other, to allow each other to have the same rights..

Moss Survived the Drought

New cedar like fronds of moss appear on the large erratic out in the woods. It makes me smile to see moss has survived the drought. Makes me feel stronger, seeing survivors around me.

The Last Bunch of Grapes

We picked and ate the last bunch of grapes. Raccoons will be mad. They were so good! Best so far, I’d say.

Yard Art 2

It takes an artist to see beauty in an old mirrored tile at a garage sale and then to hang it on a cedar tree. Lovely.

Yard Art

In eldest daughter’s yard.

Cob Pizza Oven

Eldest Daughter and Other Daughter finished their cob pizza oven this weekend. It’s been quite the process to watch with a lovely result. Well done girls!

Squirrel That Likes Fish and Chips

What a great place for a squirrel to live, in the woods next to a fish and chip shop.

Lingering In The Sunset

Night air is moving in,
cool, salted slightly
but still we linger
watching the sky
change into it’s night attire,
pink, purple, golden.

Waves lap at the floating dock,
men throw crab traps into the water,
hope mixed with beauty and seagull songs.

A jet scrapes a white line across the blue
soundlessly leaving somewhere
to go somewhere else
as we linger.

Wanting to hold this moment,
the memories of past years
on this beach,
in this town,
starting this life.

Looking ahead to more
but savouring this particular day
as long as we can.

©2021 Sharron R. McMillan

Mocha In The Bucket

Mocha curled up in the bucket of catnip.

I.P.O.I.O.

Sweet Violets sitting on eldest daughter’s window sill, just makes you smile to look at it.
I.P.O.I.O. – Inanimate Participation Of Inanimate Objects. 😊😊

As much as I hate abbreviations, this is one I love.

Music To End The Day

The whole town sits a block away
listening to plugged in instruments,
screaming lyrics of inspiration so loud
no one can hear them.

I sit here beside the sea,
waves beat rhythm on the shore,
sea gulls hum their own calm tunes
and rocks trade places
as water rinses off the dust of the day.

This is music to end the day.

©2014 Sharron R. McMillan