Seven-year-old Danny and I cuddled together on the sofa. The last page of the book, Owl Moon, open on our laps. “I love the watercolor snow scenes in this book,” I said. “They make me feel like I’m there. Do you like them, Danny?” “Uh-huh.” Danny leaned back against my shoulder. “I wish we had … More Danny’s Owls
“Shall I put the telephoto lens on the camera? Or leave the 35mm?” I asked my husband. He drove our car along a deserted road near the base of Wyoming’s Grand Tetons. Early morning frost blanketed the road and vegetation. “Why don’t you put on the telephoto? We probably won’t have a chance to photograph … More Missed Opportunity
Have you noticed? Spring came. Nothing could stop it. Not even the coronavirus (COVID-19). The flowers appear on the earth; The time of singing has come, And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. Song of Solomon 2:12 (NKJV) You can hear the birds and people singing even if you’re stuck inside. … More Time of Singing
A Carolina Wren faithfully visits our back porch everyday. At 7:00 this morning in the midst of cold drizzle, he found his favorite perch on our railing and sang his heart out: Cheery-cheery-cheery-cheery! I guess he didn’t hear last night’s forecast. Snow is predicted later today. Perhaps deep within his breast, instinct promises him spring … More Cheery Morning!
The turkeys in the above photo were photographed in the wilds of the Texas hill country. The morning fog almost hid them from our view. How are you spending your Thanksgiving? Family is so very important to many of us that we clog our nations airports, bus terminals, railroad stations, and highways to be with … More Thanksgiving 2018
Smack dab in the middle of Texas Hill Country, I stepped out of the barndominium (yes, that’s a thing) and breathed deep of the chilly March air. The scent of cedar wafted toward me, but this was an unfamiliar variety. These cedars dotting the surrounding hills looked more like large round lollypop bushes than trees. … More Smack Dab in the Middle of Texas Hill Country
We heard them before we saw them—even with the radio on and the windows closed that February day. Two thirds around the auto tour loop at the Squaw Creek National Wildlife Refuge, we came past the trees and there they were. Half a million geese—snows and blues congregated on this one portion of the water. … More Visit to Squaw Creek
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