The days seem full and long; the weeks zip by like the morning’s first cup of coffee.
It’s been a while since I last posted; I’ve been nesting and resting. Forgive me.
Here is a day in the life; yesterday, in my life.
The prairie flowers endure, thunderstorms loom, ants continue their eternal work.
Although the parlor stove went missing a few years back, its delicate, leafy pattern was eager to join the spring rush.
And the miles add up on a pair of dirt red feet.
Textures, colors, grasshoppers, darkling beetles, and cactus; a bull leaves a dry water hole; starving horses move to a water tank while vultures circle overhead. Drought drags on, fire rages, and summer monsoons seem far away.
Oregon coast by spring dunelight, a study in contrasts
The air was alive with waxwing buzz this morning. Flooding in, like a masked mob, the birds jumped from berry to berry, before ebbing back to the big spruce when disturbed. How did last season’s fruit survive this long?
