Squirrels are cute, clever, furry, and a symbol of fall.However, spring is OK with them too and I have a feeling that now they are busily procreating. Squirrels flourish, no matter what the season. Squirrels are acrobatic opportunists who can be a real nuisance. For instance, they gallop across my roof sounding like a herd of horses. […]
Jan 30, 2023
Frozen
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Trees, grass, all are frozen this morning. This is treacherous ice, silent and invisible. But, it’s there. Roads are coated and schools are closed. There is no walking or driving on it. Try it and one misstep and it’s a sudden meeting with the ground. The only living things stirring are squirrels and birds, picking […]
Mar 30, 2022
Stormy Morning
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This is a stormy morning. I was unaware that a tornado had torn through until I saw the news this morning. Thank goodness, no injuries as far as I know, but a lot of damage in part of town. This happened while most of the townsfolk were asleep, unaware of the danger. I wonder how […]
May 5, 2020
It’s a Wild Life
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Yesterday, we were blessed with missing the baseball-size hailstones that fell in parts of Arkansas. We had a thunderstorm, it blew over, then last night, a re-run. This time, I don’t think there was hail anywhere. So, my trusty camera and I (and Nemo, of course) in between storms, strolled through the back yard. We […]
Sep 16, 2019
Puddles and Ponderings
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When I was a child, Dad had a pond below the house by the barn. I used to drop a rock in that pond and watch the circles spread. Small circles at first, but spreading wider and wider. Life experiences are like that rock. They disturb the small surface of the pond and spread, sometimes […]
Jul 31, 2019
Retreat to the Front
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When life gets to be a bit much, I retreat to the front porch, my grandparents’ porch. It isn’t far–just a thought, a smile away. The porch is cool and shady, the rocking chair is comfortable. I see past the rock steps at the foot of the yard. I see across the road to Pappy’s […]
