Beauty is a fragile thing

It looks like a Luna Moth except that it is brown instead of green. And its wings appear to be very fragile, like brown leaves or even thin brown paper. “Beauty is a fragile thing.” (Ovid)

The little things in life

“Happy are those who take life day by day, complain very little, and are thankful for the little things in life.” (Author unknown)

The Hawk Feather

I often find hawk feathers on my property. This one was on my gravel driveway, but I left it alone because according to the 1918 Migratory Bird Treaty Act, it is illegal to own hawk feathers or to remove them from one’s property. However, by the next day it had disappeared anyway. “Lean forward into…

The Blessing Jar

It’s been a difficult year and a half and would have been even without the COVID virus: Major structural repairs to my house. The final hospitalization and passing of my husband after 4 years of ongoing medical issues including a series of strokes. The declining health of my 92-year-old father and having to handle storm…

My 9th blogging anniversary

WordPress recently reminded me that I created my blog site nine years ago. My first post was on August 1, 2012 and was an account, illustrated with photos, of why I live in the woods. Today I have 1191 WordPress followers and additional followers by email and on social media, and I have had almost 114,000 views….

Deer in town

My father lives in a town with a population of just over 43,000, and his house is within walking distance of the downtown area, yet deer can frequently be seen in his neighborhood. I captured this doe this past weekend, grazing directly behind the house very near where my car was parked.

Pocket of joy: Easter lily in June

Easter, 2020 I was gifted an Easter lily, and when it stopped blooming I planted it outside next to the old fence, not expecting it to live. Over a year later, and a little late for Easter 2021, it is now in bloom. I love the term “pocket of joy.” I first heard it on…

Pocket of joy: Camellia blooms after the flash flood

Recent heavy rains brought flash flooding to my father’s mountain property. One foot bridge was completely washed away, and the other, larger bridge was destroyed. A wooden walkway was moved by the rising water. The air conditioning compressor is ruined. Water is under the house, and now the inside of the house smells musty and…

Pocket of joy: Colorful trees of Spring

The trees in the pasture in Kellum Valley always are gorgeous in the Autumn, but they also are lovely in the Spring. I love the term “pocket of joy.” I first heard it on a Netflix reality show when one of the main stars, speaking of his difficult growing-up years, also spoke of the pockets of joy…

Always changing and never changing

“But even when the moon looks like it’s waning…it’s actually never changing shape. Don’t ever forget that.”  (Ai Yazawa) When things around me are in a state of upheaval I look at the moon and realize that though everything is always changing, some things really never change. My father may be in hospice care, and…