Another great shot from David Stalker!
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Thank you, MOTHER NATURE
From my garden! 🙂
Listen and see. Nature at its best!
My friend, David Stalker, captured this image last night in his backyard! A male Eastern Screech Owl.  Click play to  hear him!
Tricking the Squirrels
Squirrels like strawberries but not spray painted red rocks. This trick keeps them away while your strawberries grow. Sorry squirrels!
Wonder
Another fabulous photo taken by my friend, David Stalker.
The Magic of Nature
How can something so small be so beautiful? (A friend of mine took these amazing photos.)
Tickling
He waited for the perfect time of day to reach across and tickle her roots.
Where Poems live
CD-W
There’s a place were poems live
a secret place well hidden
away from the madness
away from the strangers
where life, with all it’s twists and turns, flourishes and grows.
The place where poems grow
is a never ending pasture
where little sprouts are watered and pruned
waiting to be nurtured waiting
to be harvested by the author.
If I could, I’d spend more time in that pasture
I would feel the creative winds kiss my cheeks
and smell the air left behind from inspiring rains
I would listen to the seasons and taste the warmth of words upon my tongue.
I visit there sometimes
I twirl and dance and run and play
And when I’m tired
I lay on the green and stretch my arms toward the sky
I twirl the clouds around my fingertips
and smile at their tickled laughter
All in that secret place
where poems live.
   – CD-W
When Mother Nature thumps you into awareness
Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t talk. This morning, when I woke up, I still couldn’t talk. I mean, NOT AT ALL. Laryngitis is an interesting condition. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling you to listen, to be still, to be contemplative.
I counted my blessings.
But damnit, I wanted to add to the lunch conversation! I had things to contribute, information to share!
“Ha Ha,” the Universe laughed.
“Holler if you need anything,” a friend laughed.
“Now she can’t yell at me,” my husband said, laughing in the phone with my doctor.
My mini Aussie cocked his head at my silence, but could still read my body language as I could still read his. “Ball time! Ball time! Ball time!”
I counted my blessings.
This evening, I count my blessings. Not because I can now croak out a couple of words in a lengthy sentence.
I count my blessings because they are there. Silence did not destroy even one.
Be still and silent when you can.
Otherwise, Mother Nature will make you.
She’s clever like that.
-Carolyn
Carolyn Dennis-Willingham 