It’s a beautiful spring morning and so far, the predicted storms haven’t gotten here. I wonder, on such a morning, why there’s turmoil and trouble and hatred anywhere? Robins wake me each morning. Why do people say, “the robin’s song”? To my listening ears, that’s not a song, but a chirp. With the recent rains, […]
Jun 8, 2022
Murder or No Murder?
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So, did I see a squirrel murder a baby robin yesterday, or did I not? I glanced out of my window and saw a squirrel running erratically across my neighbor’s lawn, sort of zig-zagging. I could see the grass move in front of him, so it looked like the squirrel was chasing something on the […]
Nov 17, 2021
A Carpet of Gold
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A carpet of gold stretches across my front lawn and the maple has lost its glory. The last few days, the wind has done its part in whisking leaves from trees and spreading them on the ground. The white mulberry hangs onto its leaves and they are mostly still green. It is a different sort […]
Jul 9, 2021
Drooping a Little
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An early bird robin is on my front lawn. He runs a few feet, stops, and listens, looking for those early worms. He’s not as bright and shiny as he was in April. This time of year, robins have cared for one or two nests of babies and it’s a tiring business. However, he keeps […]
May 30, 2019
Idling Into Thursday
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A person’s thoughts are never really idle–disconnected, maybe, scattered here and there. That’s what mine are this morning. I look out at my wet, soggy ground and wonder if I’ll have a chance to get the last of my herbs planted today. Yesterday was a wild weather day. Wind lashed the trees and rain poured […]
