A question has come up about how long it takes me to be ready to leave my house after morning chores, which include gardening and tending chickens. I often have wet, muddy or cold feet after spending time outside. When I come inside, I always wash my feet and put on fresh socks and shoes.… Continue reading Wash Your Feet~ memories and well used advice.
The sky glows yellow and reflects light from the sun, after it has gone below the horizon. The air is still, and full of flying creatures, all on their way to find a place to rest for the night. I rise, gently, to a height where the sun can be seen in the distance, as… Continue reading Flying
Morning is coming. We know because the night doesn’t feel so heavy. The air has sparkely weightlessness as bit by bit the sky changes from Midnight blue to glowing yellow, and pink around the edges of the horizon. Dew forms on the grasses and flowers. The scent of freshness rises up to our noses. Birds… Continue reading Morning Is Coming~
Vermillion and gold cherry leaves waggle in the gentle breeze against the brilliant blue sky. Mocking birds bicker, sparrows chirp and flock to the thickest juniper branches. scrub jays let out startling squawks. Assorted machine sounds bounce off of the surrounding hills, planes and cars on their way. Goldfinches scavange the last sunflower seeds from… Continue reading Indian Summer Afternoon
September morning moonbeams light the side of our gondola. We cruise the western horizon in our hot air balloon. Aurora fairies fly next to us and swing upon the ballast ropes. Twinkling eyes glitter in the waning dark as they speed off to greet the rising sun. Higher we rise, the naked flame of the… Continue reading September Moon Balloon