Everyday Epiphany: Waiting and seeing is the first course of (in)action. “I don’t know how a woodpecker thinks,” said Mike in answer to my question as to why a downy woodpecker chiseled a larger entrance to our wren house. This past spring, we hosted a house wren family in the eight-inch wren box hung from… Continue reading A Waiting Game
“Close the window,” said Mike. “That racket woke me!” He rolled over, a pillow over his head muffling the “racket.” An Eye Opener Racket? I thought. I only heard a cheery robin celebrating spring. In the predawn hours no neighbors mowed, no trucks collected trash, and no sirens signaled tragedy. I concluded Mike had dreamt… Continue reading See What I Mean?
The pink tinged blob wheedled its way onto the lawn, nudging aside the clover. It looked like the answer to a children’s puzzle where two obviously related items like a shoe and sock were grouped with a unicorn. Then, the puzzle solver was challenged to identify the misfit. A unicorn blossomed on my lawn. Unicorn… Continue reading Shopping The Lawn
“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 flagstone path wound around my backyard directing walkers around the deck and up to the shed that stored rakes, shovels, and various sized clippers. The path is more decorative than directive. There’s little chance of losing my way among the hydrangeas and needing a well-marked route to safely guide me to the back deck. I… Continue reading The Fewest Choicest Words About Gardening
A Few Choice Words By Anita 