Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
It is very humid and cloudy.
I hope it rains soon.
I did not take photos while I walked.
I was distracted.
I was thinking about the work I wanted to do today.
I was thinking about end of July,
beginning of August.
I thought about the wildlife being comfortable in the city.
One of my neighbors has let her backyard go native.
She has small paths through her native grasses and Queen Ann's Lace.
Her clothes line has morning glories vining and blooming.
It is very pretty. Habitat for all sorts of critters.
I just did not take photos.
I waited until I returned home.
Friday, July 27, 2007
She asked if I would find the grave.
I am good at this.
The office has maps and will give directions.
I have directions to the cemetery and to the grave sites.
I have printed photos of each grave.
My uncle is buried in this cemetery.
He was a husband and father and a submariner.
This fact written on his marker made me smile.
Perhaps when I am laid to rest my children will have "birder" on my marker.
I am a wife and a mother. I also am Mother Nature's child.
I love all the flora and fauna, the stars and the moon.
Maybe with signs and symbols they can tell my story.
I have thought about my legacy.
How will I be remembered?
Thursday, July 26, 2007
The City of Fountains.
There are large fountains in parks and roadways and small fountains tucked in grottoes. Many public buildings have a fountain as part of their design.
A shopping district in my city.
It is where she works and walks everyday.
Each fountain has a history.
My favorite changes often.
Today my favorite is the Mermaid Fountain.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I looked at my neighbor's Sweet Pea.
I thought of Chris in England.
She grows sweet peas.
I find I talk with the birds.
I share my thoughts.
There are many out now.
I talk with them too.
People I wave to yet seldom speak with.
Today I spoke.
One of the ladies has a Trumpet Vine in her backyard.
She has it growing on an old wash line pole.
It is huge. She has clipped and trained her vine so now it looks to be a tree.
The Hummingbirds come and go all day long she told me.
I needed to get home.
I had left the sprinklers on.
Today I am thinking about visiting, socializing and getting to know a few more of my neighbors. I could share some zucchini. I have plenty.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I had dreams and wishes.
I was excited.
For that I am grateful.
Others I am still working on.
There are things I would have done differently.
Not regrets, just lessons learned.
I am grateful for that.
These past thirty-five years have not been in vain.
I do not think I could ever fit again into my wedding dress.
I do not think I would want to.
I like remembering what I looked like as a young 19 year old.
I like seeing what I look like as 54 year old.
I like the dream and the wish for what 55 looks like.
I like my morning walk.
Monday, July 23, 2007
I walked to Cave Springs, just a couple of blocks away.
They have a few Memorial gardens that are pretty.
No bees or butterflies this cloudy morning.
A Chick-a-dee kept me company as I walked the trail.
A pair of Northern Flickers watched me watch them.
I looked for the Blue Heron but she was not at the pond.
I can hear the roll of deep thunder. I need to get home. The flies are biting.
I think it will rain today.
I hope so.
We need rain.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
The wind is from the east this morning.
Once in awhile a gust from the south turns my neighbor's rooster.
Wind from the east means rain could come.
I walked early just in case.
I like to walk in the rain but the camera needs to stay dry.
I need to thin the sunflower seedlings.
I thought about the properties of subtraction. While I walked I realized how my sub-conscience has been influenced. I have worked hard not to lose. To know where the keys are. Loss has always meant pain of some sort.
As I walk my way to slim and trim, fit as a fiddle, I am subtracting what I do not need. I am using stored energy.
Practical math in action.
I see the deer have begun the job.
Perhaps it would be best for me to leave the extra seedlings for deer food.
Maybe some will survive for flowering.
There are other subtraction problems to solve.
Perhaps I could rest a spell and walk again.
Friday, July 20, 2007
when I went to feed the birds.
No rain was in the forecast,
but the grass was dry,
I knew it would rain soon.
I grab my camera and went for my morning walk.
Only to find my battery was dead when I went to snap a photo.
I finished my walk with the reassurance
I could walk again.
It began to sprinkle as I rounded the north curve
in the cemetery.
I cut across the lawns and came home.
A brief shower filled the bird baths.
A fresh battery and a change of lens and I took off again.
I had seen wildflowers in a section that is left native.
The inquisitive voice, "What's that?" As my eyes darted from one flower to another.
The kind and patient voice, "I don't know. We will look it up when we get home."
As I walked and took my photos I became aware that the body voice has become gentle and kind. I could almost see her silver hair, tidy and pinned into a bun.
Her words are slow and somewhat drawn out, a southern grandmotherly sound.
I love her.
I started to sing,
Poke Salad Annie
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My cloud chart did not show these.
I need a cloud field guide.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
took me out of my city limits.
It is one of the National Historic Homes.
I live in an area known as Three Trails.
At this location
the Santa Fe and the California Trail
The Oregon Trail overlapped just south of my house.
across the overpass and discount center, an old Mimosa grows.
It has been cut down many times.
Now that my neighbor is in a nursing home it has a chance to flourish.
Perhaps it will yet bloom this year.
The birds planted a Mimosa tree near my front porch two years ago.
We need to remove it. It is consider an invasive tree, non-native.
I think they are pretty.
The butterflies and Hummingbirds like them.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
This huge tree could be an Oriental Plane.
Although I did not see any fruit clusters.
There are many trees.
There are many paved roads to walk.
Monday, July 16, 2007
It blooms in the spring.
There are fifty-six species of sphinx moths recorded in my state.
My Missouri Butterflies and Moths book says the Tersa Sphinx larva feed on the leaves.
I shall keep an eye for the moths.
They also are beautiful.
My walk each morning is good for my body and my mind.
My spirit soars as I plant my feet firmly.
I found my exercise bliss.