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
Maintaining a positive image is an ongoing struggle for Santa. Breaking and entering through mystical powers, obtaining data concerning personal behavior through undisclosed sources, and consuming an unhealthy diet despite obesity issues threaten to mottle his reputation. As a Christmas celebrator and St. Nick fan I’m doing my part in helping Father Christmas maintain a… Continue reading Ho, Ho, Ho-rrible Santas!
A Few Choice Words By Anita 