Tag: Mother Nature

Will You Come?

Will you row beside me on a lake layered blue To glide past the mountains in calm solitude Through ripples of water, a quiet bouquet just thoughts, without words in a silent buffet Where worry dissolves with each stroke of the oar And Nature…

Breaking routines to find treasures

Funny how, when a friend comes to town, you experience your home city with new eyes. So, when my friend Derick came to town, I broke my routine and did something I hadn’t done in a long while. We hiked up Mount Bonnell, and…

Hurricane Harvey, it’s time to go

Houston, Texas (photos) is about three hours south of here (Austin). Those poor souls are struggling for survival. While some people are receiving the help they need, others are still stranded in their homes waiting for rescue. Meanwhile in Austin: Last week this creek near…

Folks, this Harvey ain’t no rabbit

In this case, Harvey is not the name of Jimmy Stewart’s imaginary rabbit in the film by the same name. No, Harvey is the new tour de force in my home state of Texas. In Austin, where I live, we are only seeing peripheral…

Praise for the Mountain

If I were a cow I would roam beneath a mountain and drink from a cool stream. If I were an Arrowleaf flower I would grow on a mountain hillside and smile proudly at the hikers passing by. If I were the remains of…

Always changing

Although I love a beautiful mountain lake, for me, there is something about a running stream, always moving, never stagnant, always changing, going somewhere new. So happy I hiked in Colorado long enough to see it!

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…

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…

Somewhere over this rainbow …

I learned a new word- timely since I took this photo yesterday after leaving the gym. Evanescent (Weekly photo prompt): The beautiful word rolls off my tongue and down the rainbow toward a pot of gold.  

A garden, grateful

The hail ripped through my okra,   oh what a storm, the cucumbers, too but the onions survived and so did the corn!