When Life becomes Real

My daughter introduced my granddaughter to life outside of a song or a book.

My wee one knows that a cow says “moo.” So …

Now, she’s met a cow.

He stays silent. He doesn’t moo.

What’s wrong with these grownups? Do they just make crap up so we can repeat what they say?

<shrug> If you lead a horse to water, you can’t make him thirsty. ūüôā

 

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If only…

… this tree could speak. Yes, this is ONE tree, not a cluster. I imagine it to be between 300 and 500 years old. If it could talk, it would tell me about my great-great grandparents who immigrated to America from Germany in the 1840’s. It would tell me how it watched as my grandfather, and later, my mother, took their first steps. It would fill this mind with my more of my family’s personal stories.

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Remember being a nervous parent? (or still are)

This daddy screech owl protected his owl nest while waiting for the eggs to pop open.

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And then, at least one, did! Quite a funny looking fellow, eh?

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I know this whole family is saying, “Thank you, David Stalker, for building this owl house for us, putting it in your backyard, and for taking our picture. Now, we are happy AND famous.”

When Mother Nature thumps you into awareness

Yesterday morning, when I woke up, I couldn’t talk. This morning, when I woke up, I still couldn’t talk. I mean, NOT AT ALL. Laryngitis is an interesting condition. Perhaps it is nature’s way of telling you to listen, to be still, to be contemplative.

I counted my blessings.

But damnit, I wanted to add to the lunch conversation! I had things to contribute, information to share!

“Ha Ha,” the Universe laughed.

“Holler if you need anything,” a friend laughed.

“Now she can’t yell at me,” my husband said, laughing in the phone with my doctor.

My mini Aussie cocked his head at my silence, but could still read my body language as I could still read his. “Ball time! Ball time! Ball time!”

I counted my blessings.

This evening, I count my blessings. Not because I can now croak out a couple of words in a lengthy sentence.

I count my blessings because they are there. Silence did not destroy even one.

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Be still and silent when you can.

Otherwise, Mother Nature will make you.

She’s clever like that.

-Carolyn