"The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom." — Maya Angelou The manifestation of my mild obsession with bird-things over the years has included a passion for birdhouses and birdcages. By 'bird-cages' … Continue reading Birds Are Meant to Fly
Category: Nature
Storm Chaser
The spring rains are just beginning and with them comes the promise of at least a few good rumblers. Last year saw an exceptional storm-season here in western North Dakota, with more than one tornado spree and some good old fashioned hail storms. There is a line in the movie Little Women, in which Jo… Continue reading Storm Chaser
Root Bound
They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit. Jeremiah 17:8 My husband and I paid a visit to… Continue reading Root Bound
Beauty in Chaos
Though the snowy view out my window testifies to the contrary —SPRING is emerging in the northern latitudes! Along with long awaited green, spring ushers in the arrival of the constellations Leo, Auriga and Boōtes; showcasing their brilliant stars Regulus, Capella and Arcturus, respectively. Spring also promises sightings of Venus, Jupiter and Mercury on the… Continue reading Beauty in Chaos
Fish Where You’re Camped
My adorable grandson -- frying up a fresh catch!Quail feathers, chicken down, wild-turkey tails and even cat hair —these and more have been the object of my husband’s desire of late and has made our daily life a bit more colorful. It all started with a Christmas present from our new son-in-law. A rectangular wooden… Continue reading Fish Where You’re Camped
Autumn’s Promise
I’m sitting in my husband’s work truck surrounded by an expanse of rolling pasture land. Tall prairie grasses blanket the hilly terrain in shades of color merely a faded version of their summer splendor— the under-story of once vibrant green blades now variegated with autumn gold and orange. The entire landscape will soon fade to… Continue reading Autumn’s Promise
Re-purposing My Nest: Part 1
We called her Phoebe Anne; though what she called herself I really couldn’t say. Every spring, from parts unknown, she showed up at our front door with her lover in tow. As spring rains gave way to lush green, Phoebe Anne occupied her days preparing for the anticipated arrival of her new clutch. Mornings echoed… Continue reading Re-purposing My Nest: Part 1
