Tag Archives: summer

3-Bird Haiku

Chickadees, juncos, nuthatches, all familiar at our feeder, with woodpeckers and others. I keep the nut-feeder going all year (inaccessible to squirrels), but discontinue the seeds for the summer … a pair of towhees at the feeder                            maples in flower … Continue reading

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Attention Span

At some time we all have to wait in an airport, for an arrival, or to go somewhere special. We become members of line-ups, check points, controls … spend time gazing into space, day dreaming, frustrated, or accustomed … ATTENTION … Continue reading

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In the Larder

Red pepper relish, blackberry jam, dried peaches … My larder is crammed and I’m looking forward to a tasty winter! I have a whole book of zucchini recipes and I tried a new one this year: Zucchini bread & butter … Continue reading

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The Horse

Passing a field with horses in summer is to catch a breath of adventure, or a sense of when life moved a little more slowly. Or perhaps a sense of competition, gymkhanas, races … the held breath of watching horses … Continue reading

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Too Much

After a very long grey, wet, winter, spring came up with speed, and then June burst into flower all over the place … A A TOO MUCH June woke up three weeks ago               spread a cacophony of roses over the … Continue reading

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Sunglasses

I wear sunglasses to protect my eyes from strong sunlight, like most of us. A few people wear them as a disguise, or to hide their expressions. They are worn on beaches, at rock concerts, at airports, with sometimes surprising … Continue reading

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Construction Site

Then there are those days when I can sit and watch people working, building … fascinating to watch each floor added, the joists, rafters, being lifted into place … CONSTRUCTION SITE bucket filled with gravel gripped by high mechanism                  wheels … Continue reading

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