I’ve wondered what would it be like if we had a mountain view. The other day, in the early morning hours I was able to see it; I call it a gift from God. The clouds were so perfectly aligned and packed that it looked as if a blue mountain had just appeared. It was breathtaking, and I got my wish.
I try to find beauty in the ordinary, the day’s in and outs. A walk to the mailbox across the road while an everyday task is ever changing. I think it amazing and beautiful that a simple daily short walk is never the same when I care to look. God’s presence is in the little details that surrounds us, and the more I care to look, the more grateful and in awe I am. Here are some October’s treasures I found the other day.
I am sure that there were more treasures to be found, but I was just in and out, picking up some mail. God is good.
I have been in awe over the last couple of days admiring these ladies (and gentlemen) in my garden. I had been telling my husband that this year I have not seen as many butterflies as other years past. It must be that everything has been so dry from the lack of rain, only a few showers here and there, but no significant amount. Other areas close by have enjoyed more showers. The flowers have withered, some that were ready to bloom as well, and the veggies are growing slow – no tomatoes yet; only four cucumbers made it to the table along with a few leaves of lettuce. If anything, we will have a late harvest. We have been watering every other day, but it does not seem to be enough. Just when my gardening enthusiasm was fading a bit, we were blessed with a couple of short heavy showers overnight, and also the butterflies have been visiting the only source of nectar that has been doing good around here during the season.
I am grateful that I can enjoy watching them, their beauty, and share it with you here. I hope you enjoy this post.
If you happened to look up last night, you saw a Buck Moon. It is a July moon named Buck because these animals grow new antlers about this time. It has other names as well. I was able to take some quick pictures of this gorgeous moon. By now, you know that I have been in love with the moon all my life, since I was a kid. I remember when I first saw the moon through a telescope. I was about six years old, and a Pastor who rented the house in front of my grandmother’s home had a telescope set up on his porch. One night, he let me look through it, and I was in awe, and remain in awe until this day. It is one of my fondest memories.
Hope you enjoyed this post.
If you were looking up last night, you saw the beautiful supermoon called a pink moon. The name refers to a spring flower, the wild ground Plox (Moss Plox). It was a lovely sight, as is always the moon.
A full moon is always a delight to see; one never gets tired of it.
Yes! Spring is just around the corner. I have observed more and more birds arriving. The other day, a large flock of starlings arrived. I called them crazy birds because they don’t stop moving, and sometimes they look like they are having a bad hair day. They are a bit hard to photograph, but they are as adorable as any. The flock was large and it covered the front and back lawns. If they heard any noise or a car went by, they all took flight and descended a few seconds later, all at once, lovely to watch. One of the cats enjoyed the show.
Hope you enjoyed seeing the pictures of these amazingly synchronized birds.
December and January have not been as cold and I have been observing more birds than usual around here, so I take it as a sign that it will be a mild winter. The forsythia is in full bloom, all covered in yellow flowers that did not shriveled with the frost and ice we had or the light snow that never stuck on the ground. The rose bush still has some buds and even a few flowers. Temperatures at night have been in the mid 20s and during the day in the 40s and 50s, with the occasional 30s in the mix. Not bad at all. The birds have been a very welcomed sight that has help me cope with all the sadness and craziness that is going around in our country. My faith has been an anchor, but watching these little ones go on and about with their day and routine has been a pleasure. Nature, as always, has given more than expected, and I have tried to find beauty in everything that surrounds me. I will share a few images with you, and I hope that these bring you joy as well.
I hope you enjoyed these, and that looking at them brought you a bit of joy. The hand of God is everywhere if we care to look.
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