One surprise I experience as a resident of Texas, formally a person that lived in several much-more northern states is that I forget it isn't as warm "up North" as it is here.
Category: Nature’s Beauty
Father, Can I Sit on the Cloud and Talk with You?
The live masterpiece over my head grabbed my eyes. This wasn't a small portrait, this was big. This was the Texan sky in motion, arranging the clouds, the stars—painted by the moon. The lower gulf clouds whisked onwards as if they were ordered to march to the horizon. Above the fleeting wisps hung a massive … Continue reading Father, Can I Sit on the Cloud and Talk with You?
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?
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
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
If I woke her, grandmother would make herself busy with my breakfast. I would put up a protest without winning. The day would become active in a hurry. Alas, this was my time with nature, to admire it from my quiet spot, and this was her time to rest.