Daily Bread

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Bloomin' Mushrooms

The mushroom is the elf of plants

At evening it is not;

At morning in a truffled hut

It stops upon a spot

~Emily Dickinson

Heart Chip

I love potato chips. Imagine my surprise...

Special Delivery

Loses and Renewals

Blaze (b. September 21, 2001; d. May 18, 2012)

When Blaze died in May, it broke our hearts.

Apollo (b. June 25, 2012)

Apollo is helping to mend them. What a joyful gift he is!

Memorial Day Honoring War Dogs

While I'm not a proponent of war, I so honor and appreciate those who serve our country, including Man's Best Friend.

Mothers Are the Gardeners

 Mothers are the gardeners

of wind-blown wild flowers.

They water them with happy tears,

Happy with them many years,

Even as the hours

Ring with sweet, sad melodies

Sighing through their bowers.

 (I have this poem in my book of special, saved poems, but there is no author listed.)

...still occupied...

Somewhere in Arizona...

Wind-shaped

A tree does not move except in wind

-Afghan proverb

Sedona Secret Revealed

When I first glimpsed this home in Sedona, AZ I was livid.

Who dared to "spoil" the landscape? 

Then I thought maybe I'm just a wee bit jealous because...

I'd sure love to live here (but only if I have a housekeeper

and groundskeeper). 

I was curious as to who owned this perfect spot when...

lo and behold a comment on one of my photos from a kindred spirit

had the answer.

Go here for it.

http://maccandace.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/red/ 
Scroll through the beautiful photos until you, too, find the 

secret revealed.

Red Rock City-Sedona, AZ

Who notices the heat with views like this?

The Challenge

Sometimes curiosity is risky!

(click on photos to enlarge)

Santa Fe Birds

Drought here in Santa Fe, NM, but 

the curious come anyway...
(click to enlarge)

Fierce Rabbit

"This is a fierce bad rabbit;

look at his savage whiskers,

and his claws and his turned-up tail."

--Beatrix Potter

Not really...but try telling that to my dog; 

he chased the poor rabbit away...

Bottomless Pond

While some men believe in the infinite,

some ponds will be thought to be

bottomless.

~Henry David Thoreau