Dear Mom

A sunflower for remembrance.

Well, it’s been three years now since you died.  This is probably going to be the last year I’ll write to you on the date of your death.  From now on, I’d rather celebrate the anniversary of your birth, and your life.  I think of you often, and I’d rather not dwell on the cancer, the hospice room, and the sadness.  I don’t believe you would have wanted that from any of us.  I will, however, always remember those beautiful sunflowers.

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Hawk Moth. (Can you see him? Just to the left and above the thistle.)

Day 1.  Today I saw a hawk moth in the wildflower meadow.  It’s the first time I’ve seen one here.  His little wings were moving so fast that it was impossible to capture anything other than a blur.

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What’s happening around the pond

The pond reflects

Wherever you are, you are one with the clouds and one with the sun and the stars you see.  You are one with everything.  That is more true than I can say, and more true than you can hear.

~ Shunryu Suzuki

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In the pink

I believe in pink.  I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner.  I believe in kissing, kissing a lot.  I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong.  I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls.  I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

~ Audrey Hepburn

I’m bringing out my girly side today.  I am not a girly-girl most of the time, but every now and then I surprise myself (and others) with the part of myself that loves pedicures, pretty clothes, and the color pink.  The unnatural pinkness of the above photo is courtesy of Pixlr.  Working with a point & shoot camera, I don’t have the option of using filters so this is the next best thing as far as I’m concerned.

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349: Wet feet

Great Blue Heron

I don’t suppose many people would think of the gray day we’re having here in the Bogs as beautiful.  Most people might stand back, look up at all the shades of gray in the sky, and call it a dull or gloomy day.  I don’t think most folks would appreciate the boggy, soggy earth or the water on the grass soaking into their shoes and socks, either.  They might, however, appreciate the way the colors in the landscape seem to glow under the gray and gloomy looking sky.

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328: Drifting

It’s another blue-sky day here in the Bogs.  Simply, wonderfully, beautiful.

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318: Back to the woods

I had a Sunday signage post all planned for today, but after taking my walk this morning I decided to take you back to the woods with me.  It’s so beautiful back there, especially now that the seasonal light is changing just a tad.

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