Wild Neighbors

the deer and turkeys are out.

Wild Flowers

You can't trust wild flowers too much.

You never know when 

they are going to try and sneak up on you.

Dog Psalm #89

Relish the sweet smell of spring blossoms right outside the door.

The beauty of nature is a balm to the soul.

Dog Psalm #80

Be one with nature.

One with Nature

I match everything so perfectly if it wasn't for this purple lead
I'd be completely camouflaged. All good hunters wear camouflage,

at least that's what I've heard.

Dog Psalm #74

In the wondrousness of nature 

resides your reflection.

Midsummer's Eve

Tonight is the night that has traditionally 

been set aside for high-spirited merrymaking. 

Savor and celebrate life's simple pleasures. 

Revel in all that Nature provides. 

Take joy. Make Joy.

And tomorrow rise early in the morning

wander out into the yard

and put your nose 

deep into a blossom that is heavy with dew

for it is legend that anyone who washes their face

in the dew of Midsummer's Day

will grow more lovely with the passing year.

Upon a mushroom

the frog reigns over the side yard

with compassionate governance over weed, tree, flower and herb.

Hosting raindrops and dew drops for bird and insect and dog.

Dog Psalm #38

'The rapture' did come.

Heaven is on earth

 

and open to all.

Country Roads

Have you been to a fox's wedding?

I have. It's when it rains and the sun is shinning.

 

We took a car ride by the river near dusk

and were treated to a rainbow on the way home.

Peepers

They sound like they are this big

as big as a toddler's tricycle

but the peepers are really barely as big as a human's thumb nail.

They are just incredibly loud with their joyful noise.

Hearty harbingers of Spring.

Dog Psalm #35

Heaven is not only above you.

 It is within you, in the best of you.

Dwell in it. Share it.

The wind is up

The grass is greener.
The flowers are out.

The roofers are at work.

Life is good.

Every Day is Earth Day

Be kind to the environment.

 

It's awfully nice to us.

Wood Sprites

 In my mind's eye I can see them

Awakening in their forest beds

and making preparations for

 the celebration of Spring.

Dog Psalm #31

The first day of Spring is one thing.

And the first Spring day is another.

The difference between them can be as great as a month. 

In these days of longer light

bask in the sun when it can be found.

Watch for the bud and the sprouting seed

and despite any snow or mischievous sleet

believe...believe.

I believe

in fairies. 

They dance on the window sill when you are not looking.

They are bashful and will dart away if you try and stare at them.

But once you sense they are near

 

you can see them in your mind's eye

and the outfits they would wear...

Three Little Maids

 

 Three little maids from school are we

Pert as a school-girl well can be

Filled to the brim with girlish glee

Three little maids from school

 

Everything is a source of fun

Nobody's safe, for we care none

Life is a joke that's just begun

Three little maids from school

  

Three little maids who, all unwary

Come from a ladies' seminary

Freed from its genius tutelary

Three little maids from school.

Three Little Maids From School

White Christmas

A few days ago I passed by the Santa tree and
he said that I would get my wish.
It would be a white christmas.

I was tempted not to believe him.  But trees never lie.

 Overnight we got more than a foot

with drifts as high as three feet.

 

It's a winter wonderland!! 

 

Ho. Ho. Ho.

Do I look like Santa with my snow beard?
I feel like him full of good cheer and happiness.

We let the Wind

harvest for us.

All we must do is

be alert and pay attention,
with open minds and empty pockets,

as we roam
each day

through our
wondrous, bountiful
neighborhood.

Most of the wind's offerings
I recognize 

as delicious treats. I seek crunch and tang.

She sees them as

pieces of a whole being

bodies, arms, heads, eyes
"the sum is more than the whole"

She seeks to
sustain transformational change.

I seek
the pattern of snacks,
and panting, patter, prancing of
the good life.
Each new day's greatness is up to you.
 What do you seek? How do you choose?