I cannot say for certain when I first made his acquaintance or tell you the exact day he stole my heart. We had just moved to a small town in Connecticut from New York City following the 9/11 tragedy. Our new home’s family room sported an enormous glass window which overlooked the back yard, aContinue reading “Ode to a Pheasant”
Tag Archives: Nature
Thursday Doors
“Not knowing when the dawn will come, I open every door…” Emily Dickinson Re-sharing an old post this morning for Thursday doors, because you cannot have too many reminders…
Grant’s Goodbye
I originally wrote this story almost ten years ago but decided to re-incarnate as I had the great pleasure of recently learning Grant, now a young man, is enjoying life, content and accomplished in the Pacific Northwest, surrounded by his beloved forests. He is hoping to be a Social Worker. His name has been changedContinue reading “Grant’s Goodbye”
Autumn in Connecticut
“Come little leaves,” said the wind one day, “Come to the meadows with me and play. Put on your dresses of red and gold; For summer is past and the days grow cold.” George Cooper https://lingeringvisions.wordpress.com/2022/10/06/festival-of-leaves-2022-week-3-framed-by-the-dogwood/
The Wild Atlantic Way
Fallen Leaves
Fall leaves fall, die flowers away, Lengthen night and shorten day, Every leaf speaks bliss to me, Fluttering from the Autumn tree… Emily Jane Bronte
The traveling swan
“To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.” Hans Christian Andersen
WPC – “Reflections of a frog…”
“Up high, the flies are playing, And frolicking, and swaying. The frog thinks: Dance! I know You’ll end up here below.” Wilhelm Busch- (1832-1908)
The simple, seasonal pleasure of ice skating
“Winter is here, best time of year, come on along sing a skating song…” One of my fondest childhood memories was ice-skating on a small rink my best friend’s dad built for us in her backyard. Round and round we would soar feeling the chill of the air on our cheeks. Not an iPhone or computerContinue reading “The simple, seasonal pleasure of ice skating”
WPC “Half-Light”
Nature’s first green is gold Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/half-light/
Shangri-La 