Garden of Inspiration

I walked in the cemetery.

The ponds are free of ice

but it is still cold.




A book was nailed to the tree.
I am sad for the tree and the book.

I am seeking inspiration.

It feels good to be walking.

Little Pond

I walked up to the little pond
this afternoon.



The last time I was at Cave Springs
the pond had ice and snow was in the woods.

It was cloudy when I walked with a slight breeze.

I looked for the ducks and turtles.
I hope they return.

I hope the Heron comes back too.
I could hear the Robins in the woods.
Soon Spring will be here,
very soon now.

Down the street

I was sitting on the deck listening to the sounds
of the roofers next door.
Their hammers were loud as they removed the old roof.
Three men produced a steady drumming.
During a break in their work and from a distance
I heard the answering drumming of a woodpecker.

I decided to take a walk down the street.
I decided to look for signs of spring.

Daffodils are coming up.
In another month they should be in full bloom.




My neighbor's Blue Spruce was exceptionally blue.
The tips of the branches shimmered in the sunlight.

This spinning wheel has been on this porch for over thirty years.
The new owners kept it right where it has always sat since I have lived
in this neighborhood. I look at it often.
I want a spinning wheel. I want to learn to spin.
A new friend said she will teach me. She has two spinning wheels.
Next Tuesday I am going to her house.
Next Tuesday I will sit and hopefully spin.

Going to Texas

I will know I am in Texas
when I can put the top down on the car!

I am going on a road trip.

I am looking for birds, butterflies
and warmth!

The Lower Rio Grande Valley
has all three.
Stay safe and warm.

Freeze/thaw/freeze/thaw

Once again we ride the roller coaster.
The freeze- thaw cycle continues.
Today we were on thaw.
The temperature is 59.9 degrees Fahrenheit.
The wind is calm. It will shift soon.
A cold front is moving in.

Milkweed pods have opened


sending seeds floating lazily about the backyard.

A feather fell onto the dried rose.

An Autumn leaf still clings in the neighbor's fence.

Snowy morning

Snow flurries turned





into snow showers.


I sat outside with the birds for a little while.
It was very cold.



Lots of birds came to the deck.



The wind had spilled my bamboo.
A pile of white sand begged for a heart.



I sat a bowl of suet butter out for the Carolina Wren.




The wind shifted.


Cooper's Hawk came looking for lunch.

The sun came out.

I bundled up and went walking.

I have missed my daily walk.

It is so good for digestion.

Winter Feet

Artic air is blowing into my gardens.
Ice blue skies greet the afternoon sun.

I am grateful for the forced tulips.

They bring warmth to this chilly day.

The dish gardens are starting to bloom too.





The hyacinth are scenting the house with spring.

Soon the crocus will bloom.

It is too cold to walk.

I think I need a treadmill.