Calliope watches puddles dance with a steady stream of drops. “… quenching the thirsty.” Henny rests in an awareness that her field trip is held captive until the weather shifts. Thalia delights in cardinals, chickadees, and finch darting betwixt cedar and feeder.
Today the muses and I soar over an immense stockpile of creations that we've squirreled away over the last seven years. It feels so... gratifying! We have a keen awareness that these creations, combined with connection and support from you, have transitioned us into new ways of being and seeing.
Thanks for jogging a memory of timothy hay. An old memory bubbled up of a youngish boy sitting with a stalk of timothy hay tucked into a gap between two teeth! Huckleberry Finn?
Seven years worth of creations stored in secret niches? Inspiring once again! Giving rise perhaps to an audible gasp: Look what we did! 😁
There's a photo somewhere of my middle school stage debut as Tom Sawyer. My friend Becky played Huck Finn. I guess they couldn't get any boys to try out? 😂
With the right tailoring, Henny would be dashing in a Gortex raincoat! Bunny and deer chasing could shorten its service life. 🤷🏽
A nice turn when Weather brings us a “new” day, not the one we planned, but sometimes an improvement over what we may have chosen previously.
Does Thalia possess a good pair of binoculars? I can just hear her oohs and aahs as she lands on details of the birds she’s watching. A perfect wet day enterprise.
Please tell Nia that this southern guy isn’t far behind with the arrival of fall. Can’t wait!
Oh happy day! If the rainfall slacks off a bit, mud boots and joy could provide the exclamation point. Okay, okay. Mud + Henny = Bath... 😔
A note from Loveletterist:
Today the muses and I soar over an immense stockpile of creations that we've squirreled away over the last seven years. It feels so... gratifying! We have a keen awareness that these creations, combined with connection and support from you, have transitioned us into new ways of being and seeing.
Thank you!
Without you... I couldn't be me!
Thanks for jogging a memory of timothy hay. An old memory bubbled up of a youngish boy sitting with a stalk of timothy hay tucked into a gap between two teeth! Huckleberry Finn?
Seven years worth of creations stored in secret niches? Inspiring once again! Giving rise perhaps to an audible gasp: Look what we did! 😁
There's a photo somewhere of my middle school stage debut as Tom Sawyer. My friend Becky played Huck Finn. I guess they couldn't get any boys to try out? 😂
I suspect you’re right.
With the right tailoring, Henny would be dashing in a Gortex raincoat! Bunny and deer chasing could shorten its service life. 🤷🏽
A nice turn when Weather brings us a “new” day, not the one we planned, but sometimes an improvement over what we may have chosen previously.
Does Thalia possess a good pair of binoculars? I can just hear her oohs and aahs as she lands on details of the birds she’s watching. A perfect wet day enterprise.
Please tell Nia that this southern guy isn’t far behind with the arrival of fall. Can’t wait!
Oh happy day! If the rainfall slacks off a bit, mud boots and joy could provide the exclamation point. Okay, okay. Mud + Henny = Bath... 😔
She took off after a deer this morning! Good news is she broke off and came back relatively quick.
Yesterday at the marsh we saw a great-horned owl. Truly majestic.
We're home from a field trip at the river... just some light toweling off required.
Good for youse guys!
Have you been hanging out in T'rivers... with my dad?
I grew up where folks talked that way. Soft drinks were “pop.” Doing the laundry was “warshing.” Saluting regionalisms!