It’s Spring. Birds are trilling in the trees, woodpeckers are knocking themselves silly, and the frogs by the pond are thrumming in a monastic chorus!
Sometimes you don’t have to go much further than your own backyard.
And One Little Froggy
Birds do it. Bees do it. Even educated fleas do it. Let’s do it. Let’s fall in love. Cole Porter
Nature invites us to experience it with all of our senses, including our sense of touch. Silky and smooth, hard and rough, hot or cold, fluffy, furry or fuzzy. Well, maybe not everything should be touched – poison ivy and bumblebees, for example. Even isolated at home, there are wonders in nature to be savoured, if you take the time to look for them.
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. – Hal Borland
Moss is popular for her unusual beauty, but what distinguishes her is that she is accessible and down to earth. – Rita Clifton
Green moss shines there with ice encased; The long grass bends its spear-like form; And lovely is the silvery scene When faint the sun-beams smile. –Robert Southey
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How are you doing?
We continue to tuck in at home, which the introvert in me is loving. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that most of my time has been spent at my folks with Little Guy. We watch tv, play board games and drink endless pots of tea. Last week we made the 2.5 hour drive home (I had to pee most of the trip – no rest stops!) so I could lead worship for our online church service and deliver groceries. Three of us played and sang to an empty sanctuary, which was strange. What was stranger was watching the service later in my pjs. We are trying to establish some routines. Little Guy works on school stuff on my laptop. Mom and I spend time on Bible study. I get exercise by wrestling with Dad for the t.v. remote and chasing grackles from the bird feeder. On some days, we go for walks and see no one. Which is great because I only have enough hair dye left for one more touch up. It’s not going to be pretty. Did I also mention endless pots of tea?
All the while, the ice is melting, the birds are singing, and the earth is slowly greening…
Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of your life. -Unknown
The word, hunker, first emerged in the Scots language in the 18th century. It originally referred to squatting down on the balls of one’s feet, keeping low to the ground but still ready to move if necessary. Lyndon Johnson used it to mean “get down to work”.
This is a proper hunker. Notice the balanced stance, the hunched shoulders and the absent neck. All that is missing is chocolate or Doritos – Nacho cheese flavour- and the t.v. remote.
Take my feathered friends’ advice: Keep Calm and Hunker Down. [Notice that I said ‘take my feathered friends’ advice’, and not mine. That’s because if we’re ever in a situation where I am the voice of reason, we are in serious trouble].
Keep your stick on the ice. We’ll get through this together. – Red Green
The Origin of Hunker Down: https://www.wsj.com/articles/the-stormy-origins-of-hunker-down-1505490652
This week, Cee Neuner’s Black & White Photo Challenge: was Words that end in “ock”. I knew right away that I was going to pick one of my favourite places in the world – sitting on the dock of a friend’s cottage. It’s on a river, not a bay, but somehow I am now whistling Otis Redding’s song, Dock of the Bay. You too? You’re welcome!
Sometimes I read a book or take photos. But mostly it’s been the perfect place to wrestle with my own thoughts. Occasionally I make notes. In the evening, when it gets too dark to see and all the boats are silent, I just watch the sun set and breathe.
Sittin’ in the mornin’ sun
I’ll be sittin’ when the evenin’ comes
Special thanks to Big Guy for catching me having a quiet moment early one morning last summer.
I’m sittin’ on the dock of the bay