Old satellite dish,/
turned skyward, filled with water:/
Fine redneck birdbath.
I used to take time to ground, to create, to think, to revel in nature. It wasn’t until I taught others how and why to do it that I realized: I’d stopped. Creativity is life, and I’d let myself die. No more.
Folks look at my yard/ and see lots of grass to mow./ They miss wildflowers.
Today, in a single, natural life and death moment, I rediscovered the phrase “To Kill A Mockingbird.” It’s spring. Birds aren’t known for paying attention when they’re in love. So it was, evidently, with the mockingbird that jumped into the path of my ragtop today. I didn’t even hear a thunk, but looking in my…
Yesterday, May 5, 2018, was a Big Day in birding, and it left me wishing I knew bird songs better. First, what’s a “Big Day”? If you’ve seen the Jack Black / Steve Martin movie “The Big Year”, it’s kind of like that. www.eBird.org organized a world-wide “Big Day”, where birders all over the world…
Warm Feelings About Our New Solar Power Clothes Dryer I drive up the long and winding yellow dirt road that leads to our door. The shape of my front porch seems somehow different, somehow unexpected, somehow off balance. And yet our two-story house seems more home and homey than ever. Suddenly, I realize what’s making…
Trees, wildflowers, birds,/ bugs, fields. The land teaches me / much. I want to share.
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