One morning last week, as I was admiring the butterfly bushes,
this little fellow came hovering and humming before my face,
asserting his territoriality over the lush blossoms.
I wanted to reassure him: No, really, I was just looking.

First posted: August 19, 2020

Goal: 

Each day find something worthy of note, 
and then note it: 
something to ponder,
to wonder at, to love, 
to be grateful you were here to experience, 
to receive as a gift.

First posted: April 4, 2020

Any moment now...

I notice again
as if for the first time
one season turning
toward the next
with everything
about to happen.

     Tim Nolan
      "Seasoned"

First posted: February 29, 2020

These tracks tell me:

You are not as alone
up here
as you think
you are.

First posted: February 13, 2020

Amid winter's glum monochromes 
come moments of
glorious color.

First posted: January 16, 2020

At day's end

a certain slant of light

turns the world

magical

and mysterious.

First posted: December 26, 2019

I come into the peace of wild things,

I come into the presence of still water,

I rest in the grace of the world,

and am free.

                         Wendell Berry

[First posted: November 3, 2019]

We have this understanding, the deer and I.

When I first bring plants home from the nursery,

I leave them out overnight.

If they are still there in the morning, I plant them.

If they aren't, I don't.

[First posted: August 10, 2019]

 
I dine alone this evening,
sitting out on the hillside
enjoying a still summer night.
Suspiciously still.
Where is everyone?
No squirrels? No chipmunks?
(The feeders are full.)
No jays, no junkos,
no chickadees, robins or wrens?
Not even flies?

Was there a memo I didn't receive?

[First posted: July 11, 2019]

 
We all have to face it: Some things are not meant to be.

[First published: June 2, 2019]