Evening at the river. As the sun slowly sinks toward the horizon, it’s warm glows barely kisses the tops of the trees. The birds begin to settle, only a few singing nursery rhymes to their little ones tucked safely in their nests.
Below the bridge, hidden in the foliage, a bullfrog trumpets twice, and then falls silent.
Overhead, a few wispy clouds continue their journey east. The river continues it’s journey too, winding first south, then west, and winding again. It will thunder over the waterfall downstream, before winding its way toward a larger body of water far past the town. Like time, the river never ceases to slip away.
But here, though I know it is moving, it appears still. The surface is like glass, capturing a perfect moment with cloud and tree. As the surface darkens with the setting sun, the smaller plants floating on the surface begin to look more like stars, and the clouds, distant galaxies. I feel very small in a great big world.
I turn and head for home. It will soon be time to sing my own evening song, before I slip away.
Sometimes the night was beautiful Sometimes the sky was so far away Sometimes it seemed to stoop so close You could touch it but your heart would break
A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood.
I love better to count time from spring to spring; it seems to me far more cheerful to reckon the year by blossoms than by blight.
Donald G. Mitchell
The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Mr. & Mrs. C live in my neighbourhood. I see them on a regular basis and I love it!
The other day, I caught an interesting exchange between this couple.
While Mr. C was walking in the garden, Mrs. C was glaring at him. She looked pretty cranky and I wondered if maybe he had said or done something stupid. Or maybe it was just too much togetherness, being in lockdown in such close quarters.
Mr. C joined her in the tree, and I thought “wow”, what a great opportunity to see them together. Cardinals generally mate for life, and they watch out for each other when they’re away from home, taking turns to eat and never staying in one place too long.
Male Cardinals will often bring the female things to help build their nest but she will do the actual building. Males also provide her with food when she is sitting on the nest.
It wasn’t until I looked at my photos up close that I noticed that Mr. C had indeed brought Mrs. C a gift.
Hopefully this token of his love helped restore harmony in their home. I’m looking forward to seeing if any little ones will soon follow!
It’s not how big the house is, it’s how happy the home is!