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Have you seen spring?

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A gray windy April day, the goldfinches and red winged blackbirds have migrated back to the feeders swooping up and down like kites flying on the wind.  From out under the clusters of dirty snow, patches of thick brown mud and dead winter grass peppered across the yard. Still neither, blue sky or warm sunshine to nurture blooms of purple crocuses and yellow daffodils, they are buried beneath snow as I am cocooned in the confines of these four walls.

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Inside February

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In a staring gaze outside of the studio window this mesmerized muse become one with the elements of nature. A gray chunky squirrel shimmies up the curved rod iron pole where the bird feeder is hung to fill his hungry jowls, before scurrying back into the hollowed out tunnel of the old catalpa tree. In a swift red blaze the cardinals’ swoop down darting in and out like flashing beacon lights against the winter white sky. A puffy pair of mourning doves roost nestled close together in the middle of the evergreen. Heavy wet snowfall weighs down the leafless branches of the cherry tree, while little chickadees, nuthatches, and swamp sparrows fly wildly free like dragonflies and fireflies in the summer time.  A hairy red-capped woodpecker diligently drills away at the chipped brown window frame, the draft from the old window is bone shivering, my hands cup warmly around a coffee mug inscribed, Grandmothers are just “antique” little girls! Her little pink swing swirls round and round empty in the hallooing wind.

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When Labor Day Ends Autumn Bathes

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Labor Day ends as do our summer guest, leaving their presence in the dust of departure and cottages dark in the night. Autumn light now bathes in peace and solitude. Only song played, are agile little squirrels crunching through fallen dry leaves feeding on nut and seed.

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Threads of gray

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Summer is quickly leaping to fall no garden harvest not one potted plant placed outside the front door only tangled weeds, like the thick twisted knot in my belly growing tighter and tighter weaving in and out my spine, as my mind weaves weary through threads of gray. Hands continue to shake at humming bird speed no pen to paper only keyboard.

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summer gold

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Late spring early summer, I had been out in the yard gathering weeds and loose brush into a wheelbarrow. I being too lazy to walk up the road and dump it out into a wooded area it has since that day set overflowing under the burning summer sun, humidity, rain, and a lot of it. Shortly there after, it began to sprout an emerald green carpet of cultivated greenery, a thick stalk sprung out the center.  Today, a wealth of golden Sunflower blooms on that one stalk.

Apparently, the birds at our feeder have a noticeably greener thumb then I do!

Now moved to its new area in the yard until the fall. Nature sure can gift with a surprise at times leaving us with a smile!

Happy summer and be well!

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