Looks as if You strayed Too far from Your nest Frantic chirps Both yours And your mothers Served as a clue Hard to spot In the leaves Of the shrub Outside my window But there you were And mom not Too far away She brought you A worm, twice Full Stomach Left you quiet Slowly blinking Sleepy eyes- When I checked later You were gone
Yesterday, I heard chirping outside my window. A female cardinal flew in and out of our front bed. But the chirping remained even when mom was gone. After some quiet watching, I noticed a baby in one of the bushes.
I’m not sure if birds get sweaty, but this baby looked ruffled. The small tuft on top of the head was like a toddler waking up from a nap. The temperature was above one hundred at the time.
Later in the afternoon, the baby bird was gone.
Early in the evening, we had a surprise thunderstorm. A welcomed relief from the heat. But there were strong winds and hail. I wondered about the little family of cardinals, especially the baby.
Walking into the kitchen this morning, I noticed a male cardinal sitting on a feeder. Hmmm…a quick investigation revealed that sweet baby. Now sitting on a low tree branch.
Looks like I might just be a bird watcher for the day.
Stop teasing Come closer I see you Spending All day Hanging out On the perimeter Yes, I know It offers the most Sought after views Of the blue skies The location Where you look Your brightest- But you cast A broad shadow Perfect for days Like today Couldn’t you Float on over And provide A spot of shade Not even asking For a drop of rain Maybe a breeze Thirty minutes tops That’s all I’m asking…
After multiple days of one-hundred-degree temperatures, trying to lighten the mood. I am holding out hope for a few cooler days this coming weekend. There is even a slight chance of rain. Fingers crossed!
Raindrops shimmered Across the breeze Like tiny slivers Of silver tinsel Where have you been? Smiled the trees Soaking in each Bead of relief Flowers closed Their eyes Able to breathe Each blade Of grass Released an Audible sigh- Stepping out From the shelter I could feel the Gentle drip-drops Where have you been? Smiled the rain As it cooled The heat of the day From my skin Trickled down Into the crevices Of my soul Washing away The grey dust Watering seeds Long forgotten
After weeks of above one-hundred-degree temperatures, we had a two-day reprieve. A little cooler with cloud cover and a rain shower. Just the realization that it was raining brought a sigh of relief. And then feeling it along with the breeze…well, that was a whole other story.
The heat has returned today in full force. The breeze transformed into a hair dryer. Looks like it will remain for the coming week. Grateful for the rain, brief that it was. And the reminders it carried.
The ground Is parched Grass once green And inviting Grows brown Crunching Beneath my feet Trees struggle To survive Their leaves Hanging on For it’s too soon For them to fall One single spark And the results Would be Devastating Praying for rain
The Earth Is parched Tears shed in Sadness and grief But also in Reconciliation All dried up People struggle To survive Their children Hanging on For it’s too soon For them to fall One single spark And the results Would be Devastating Praying for rain
How can this be? Seems only yesterday The ground was wet With the tears of an entire world- Are there no more left to cry? I do not believe so, but what is the answer-
My soul Is thirsty Longing for A cool breeze A steady rain Not a storm Filled with Lightening And thunder No loud voices Sharing dissent For all to hear Instead, the quiet Whisper of love Sent in raindrops Coaxing our tears To once again join in Watering the ground
Delicate petals Painted purple And white Pale yellow Center Completing The bloom
Caught my eye In a moment Of exhaustion A welcomed pause To catch my breath What is your name? Need to keep moving A quick photograph To research later…
Images of you Graced the walls Of a coffee shop Artfully framed Thoughtfully Displayed Carefully labeled With the answer I was seeking
Kneeling down I read the card Unexpected Sadness At the realization Your name is Forever tied To a senseless Act of violence-
Columbine-
Delicate petals Painted purple And white Pale yellow Center Completing The bloom-
Tiny lanterns Too numerous To count Carefully drape The night skies A select few Are strung Between Silhouetted Pine branches Beautifully Complex And yet The simplest Of words Draw close Twinkle, twinkle little star Familiar tune Quietly hums In the night air Star light, star bright Innocent wishes From days gone Gently return The simplest Of words Tiny lanterns Driving the darkness away
I love Colorado! Our family has taken many vacations to this beautiful state. We are currently here with our adult children. We have been relaxing and enjoying the cooler temps and beautiful surroundings.
Today was a family hike. And it affected me in a way I had not expected.
I knew this hike would be challenging. 6.2 miles with an elevation gain of 941.6 ft., beginning at an elevation of 8,913 ft. But the thought of family time witnessing mountain scenery, wildflowers, and a waterfall was motivating. The views did not disappoint! But that was not what consumed my thoughts as we trekked up and back down this mountain trail.
No doubt, my hiking pace would be the slowest of the group. All the kids are in their twenties. And Gart is in a little better shape, stronger. This truth was quickly realized as we headed down, or should I say, up the trail.
I am at a disadvantage, I thought.
I was bringing up the rear. Keeping my own pace. Telling myself that was ok. But also falling behind. And we were just getting started. And then this thought popped into my head.
Is this how some students feel at school? Ones facing a disadvantage? Whether in ability, family support, or resources. How do they feel when they sense they are falling behind? Are they, like I was, afraid of not reaching their goal?
My family slowed down and waited for me to catch up. After a short break, I was placed in the middle of the pack. No one seemed to mind the slower pace. They encouraged me.
You can do this, mom! Remember, take smaller steps. Breathe and relax your shoulders.
And even though still afraid, I kept going. Even picked up my pace just a little. At our next stop, Gart suggested I take the lead. They would follow me. Of course, he remained close behind. Constantly saying I was doing great. Reminding me that I am strong.
I still had doubts, but my determination was growing. I wanted to reach the top of the trail and gaze at that majestic waterfall with my family.
We told the kids to go on ahead. They needed to move a little faster. We would see them at the top! It felt good to let them go ahead of us. Gave me even more reason to keep going. Even though my body hurt. It was hard to catch my breath. And it would take every drop of energy and willpower I could muster.
Gart and I continued together. I asked him to take a picture of an unusual flower for me. We walked over log bridges across the flowing creek several times. The water flowed underneath from the waterfall that would soon be in sight.
I was going to make it! I struggled not to cry. Needed to keep breathing. As we rounded the last corner, I saw our daughter, Rachel. Smiling, hands up in the air. You made it! A big hug and tears came. I felt so proud.
Our son, Robert, and his wife, Erin, had hiked above the falls. They waved and smiled. Ryan, our youngest, was sitting nearby on a rock and soon walked over. You made it!
The waterfall was mesmerizing. A roaring cascade of water flowed over the edge to the stream below. I sat and had a snack and some water. We took pictures. And then the inevitable. We had to go back down.
Yes, most of it was downhill, but my body was exhausted. Some spots required careful steps. But thanks to the continuing encouragement of my husband and some light, cooling rain showers, I made it back to the car.
I can’t believe I did it! Pretty sure I said that at least ten times.
In all my relief at completing this six-mile hike, I couldn’t shake those earlier thoughts about students who are at a disadvantage.
What if they had someone to pull them from behind to the middle of the pack? What if their confidence grew enough to take the lead? What if they fluctuated back and forth, working hard, supported, and encouraged until reaching their goal?
I guess today’s hike made me focus on the beauty of humanity over nature. Realizing the ability each of us has to make a difference in the lives of others. Grateful that today, I was on the receiving end. ❤️
There are times we all need to hear-You can do it! Don’t give up! You will not be disappointed when you look back at the journey and see how far you’ve traveled.
Not sure which Took my breath Away first… Beauty Or elevation A 360 degree Perspective No formations Blocking my view I could see Where I was going And where I’d been All of it Storms ahead Storms behind Cool breezes And sunlight In between Clarity of lessons Learned quickly As well as those Requiring repetition Each one Revealing purpose In passing landscapes No wish To speed ahead No wish To slow down Only the desire to be Only the desire to live
I love spending time in Colorado. One specific area holds many memories. Family vacations with parents, kids, grandparents, grandchildren, and great-grandparents. Honeymoons and holidays, hiking, and fishing. Feeding the chipmunks. And, of course, beautiful scenery.
Gart and I are traveling to this spot with our three grown kids and daughter-in-law. What a treat! This sentimental mom can’t help looking back and looking forward. But mostly, I’m just enjoying all of us being together.
Pine needles Flutter As the wind Prepares them For the day ahead- Guests will be arriving soon! With little resistance They continue Rapidly moving Back and forth Up and down Blurring Into one seemingly Singular motion Their guests Will be small Yet, the hopping Of tiny feet From branch To branch Has been known To wreak havoc And reassurance Is required- Pine needles Work together Hold tight to your branches Only then will you Be able to welcome This charm of trembling finches Into your arms of grace and strength
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