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Silence is the safety zone of conversation. ~ Arnold H. Glasgow Advertisements
Junco ‘dark-eyed’ Junco hyemalis Ground-feeding sparrows. Common year-round resident. In winter they fold their feet under their bodies and fluff out their feathers on the snow like a quilt. He loves the new feeder and is happy there is not … Continue reading
Using your collection of rocks and shells, you’ve created art with heart from the earth. I just noticed art is encapsulated in the words heart and earth. Meant to be together. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Bird feeder: tweeter treater. ~ John J. Hatch
May Peace be unfurled throughout our world. ©Sharron R. McMillan
The grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for. ~Allan K. Chalmers
This blue orb was dancing around in my view finder while I was taking pictures of the eclipse the other night. I thought it was a reflection of something but it showed up in the actual photograph. Must have been … Continue reading
We lit a fire in elder daughter’s fire pit, bundled up and sat out under the stars watching the solar eclipse last night. There’s something magical sitting in dark coldness with a crackling fire at your feet. Coyotes howled … Continue reading
Art is Life or Our Life is our Art. My thinking gets into a negative loop that plays over and over when I am depressed. Writing a poem, drawing a picture, going for a walk seems somehow to change the … Continue reading
Leeks are still green and growing. We’re still picking carrots from underneath the mulch in a separate bed. Nothing quite like a fresh carrot on a cold frosty day.
We could still be eating fresh chard these days if I’d remember to go out and pick it. Even after light frost it persists. And so do the weeds. Dreaming of gardens and spring. . .
Sing in the shower at the top of your lungs, you’ll feel great all day. Smile at others and you’ll get smiles right back. Breathe cool, green forest scents and you’ll be light-headed with happiness for hours. Stare at sea … Continue reading
New fennel shoots are poking up wondering if winter is over yet. Not yet. . .
January – cold, dark mornings, misty afternoons, rain, rain and more rain. But there you are blooming, noticed only by those with heads hung down like mine. Blue beauty, a lovely gift to my drippy day. Bless you primrose. ©Sharron … Continue reading