But I am singing along to this one, and am going to tell you about that as a blog post to see if I can figure it out again… I…
Too bad for twig, but at least it’s sharp.
Before this? A couple was walking on the trail in the bush and had a view of the owl scooping up his dinner. The woman, upon seeing this, squealed…
Nature, I don’t think, has nice and not nice. It just is. This is a bit yeesh though. I’ll tell you the nice thing in the next post.
Today there were two sightings. On my run I was walking towards a tree, to take a closer look at a stump that I thought had a bird sitting on…
I love the feeling of resilience. And fortitude. And solidness. And digging heels in. I bet I’d roll in it, if there was some laying on the ground. And the…
“Somewhere in the Universe, in the gallery of important things, the babyish owl, ruffeled and rakish sits on it’s pedestal. Dear , dark dapple of plush! A message reads on…
We’d both seen each other for the first time.
This day was so easy, that by it’s end, I forgot about all the hard work that went in to it. And I even said, ‘was that ever easy’. And meant…
Yeah, me too. And I can’t even stop smiling ’cause of him. This was playing in the background somewhere, and may explain his cadence.
