Dear Summer, It wasn’t easy for me to accept the end of our relationship. You’re the one who chose to leave. It’s you, not me! I may no longer have you in my life, but I have the memories. We'd plan our day. Would we bike familar paths? Photo by Philipp M on Pexels.com We… Continue reading Dear Summer, It’s You, Not Me
I appreciated the Great Blue Heron's stateliness less so the next morning. The majestic Great Blue Heron skimmed over Crystal Lake’s surface and perched on a mat of milfoil. I raised my binoculars and studied his slate blue feathers, agile curved neck, and graceful stride. After docking our pontoon, I snapped and tied the canvas… Continue reading A Wild Goose Chase Of A Great Blue Heron Eviction
“What are we doing?” I asked Mike. I plopped down into the redwood cushioned chair on the front porch, a low wooden table between us. I’d watered the planters, weeded around the sitooterie, and refilled the hummingbird feeders. Before embarking on my next task, I checked with Mike to see if he had plans in… Continue reading Sitting Situations
When I’m sitting I think, “Why am I just sitting here?” So I stand. Then I think, “If I’m standing I might as well do my stretches.” So I stretch. Then I think, “Since I’m stretching, I might as well walk.” So I walk. Then I think, “Biking is faster than walking. If I ride… Continue reading Move A Muscle
“Do you really need all those shoes by the door?” Mike asked as he sidestepped the pile. My bad habit Considering the number of sandals, slip-ons and sneakers heaped by BOTH doors and having the customary two feet, I assumed the question rhetorical. Shucking the inside Hoka sneakers, outside Brooks sneakers, flowery Birkenstocks, New Balance… Continue reading Ditching A Habit and Upgrading Routine to Ritual
A Few Choice Words By Anita 