Thursday, November 20, 2008
First the glimpse of the acrobatic meanderings of a fuzzy wuzzy outside of the window from my dining table began the distraction. The sun was setting and the night temperature rapidly dropping into freezing levels.
As I watched, he bravely balanced from delicate branch to delicate branch gathering the nuts for his dinner. He was careful and even graceful in spite of his rolli-polliness. From his perch he got a lovely view of the river and the sunset to help with digestion.
In a surprising few minutes he had cleared most of the nuts, leaving the nuts that were dangerously at the far tips of the branches to fall to the ground in the coming days. He crawled to the crook in the largest part of the tree and carefully ate the last of his harvest before disappearing quickly into the shadows of the forest.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Some people die with no regrets, at least that is what they say, and others regret their entire life. Some regret what they have done and others what they did not do but should have. Some will voice their regrets out loud so that others may judge or forgive and some will have only silent regrets that they will hold close until their last breath. Tuck your regrets away here and move on with your precious life.
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Monday, November 03, 2008
It is not unusual for someone to spend hours, even days, looking for the perfect work of art to hang on the nice blank wall of a new home. The decorator wants something that matches the style of the house, coordinates with the color scheme and perhaps also shows how successful you are. I am an old lady now and the walls of my house remain somewhat blank...except for the walls where I put in lots of windows. Therefore, I just have to look through those windows to get a framed view of ever changing works of art that cannot be purchased in any studio.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
It was Halloween and just the time for spooky stories. Pine cone said he had a really scary ghost story. The three little mushrooms giggled softly as they lined up for the tall tale. Each time the pine cone got to another very scary part he twisted closer and dropped his voice lower. By the time the scary tale had all been told the mushrooms had snuggled back into the pine needles and were sitting in each other's laps and the pine cone's prickly breath was in their face.