What is that Species?

I am pushing 60. Long past are my high school leaf collecting days. I found myself staring at a neighbor's tree, wondering, "What species of tree is that?" My next thought, "Why do I think about this to begin with?" As the breeze picked up, the wilted-looking leaves (it has been hot, and of course … Continue reading What is that Species?

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Lessons From the Birds

They are a pair. They perch on the rooftop in blistering 103° Central Texas heat in a display of love, oblivious to their environment, which is often a jungle of noise (a plane, a car or truck whizzes by), strong breeze, and a neighborhood that man built. The sun comes up, the sun goes down. … Continue reading Lessons From the Birds

Summer Memories

The sound of a distant train bellowing it’s horn as it comes near a crossing. Once, then twice. The sound of cicadas busily making their calls. The hot days of summer. Precious.

Food for the Soul: Country Ride

Our temperature has been right at a scorching 100°F for about three weeks now. When our friends ask us, “Have you been on your bikes lately?," our response has been “No, it is too hot!” Tonight, my husband handed me my bike keys, “I think we need to at least start them.” As soon as I … Continue reading Food for the Soul: Country Ride

God’s Message Through Color

It had been a trying week. After I arrived home from work I took a drive to a second-hand shop to peek around for a couple of small end-of-week rewards ... a token to hold in my hands, and the other a gift of unwinding by myself. As I drove back home with air conditioning blasting in … Continue reading God’s Message Through Color

Living a Mindful Life

Diesel and I were secured in the dog park when I heard a little voice squeal with delight, "Look mom, a jumbo puppy!" He did not see a chunky wrinkle-faced bulldog, he saw a jumbo puppy! The tiny boy clung to the chain link fence with intent, with nothing short of delight in his eyes. … Continue reading Living a Mindful Life

The Single Pumpkin

I silently eased the window open. The world remained asleep in the muted morning light except for an occasional call from a bird. The fog had carried in cool air, filled with dampness in the river valley. As a child might do, I quietly planted myself on the soft carpet below the window. I imagined … Continue reading The Single Pumpkin