Adorable Pooches around the Globe are Sleeping Later every day.
With nowhere to go, and not much to do, the concept of time has morphed into a new form of unlimited relaxation.
The question is, will students wake in time for school this Fall?
What will become of the isolated generation?
A sleek, snowy egret sauntering through a garden on a summer morning. Perhaps one day soon, the world will be as quiet and calm as an egret in search of lizards.
Lovely sights to brighten the day.
Such a handsome creature gave me a surprise visit while out on a walk.
Our changing times has prompted a re-awakening. It has allowed us the opportunity to return to the simpler life. Despite the inconveniences, and forgetting the isolation, the sidewalks are becoming more populated with walkies.
When I was growing up, I’d walk from early in the morning until dark. I’d go as far as I could imagine, in every direction. Sometimes the concrete would be hot on my bare feet. I’d get a sunburn. I explored roads too narrow for a car, and find pastures I never noticed otherwise.
In the past few months, I have returned to taking long walks. Each outing reveals unexpected treats. This hawk created delight in walkers when he was spotted perched above a pond. Noticing the beautiful anomalies in nature trains our minds to think creatively.
The fresh air clears the sinuses and lungs, as well as the head. It’s good to get outside, especially when germs are brooding indoors.
If you ever feel overwhelmed, or bored, or restless, consider the exercise that treats the body, mind and spirit. Go for a walkie, and note which treats you discover.
A visit to Clearwater and I find Santa resting comfortably in the sand.
Find joy in creating playful delights.
Cranes sauntering through the tennis courts.
Enjoying live amongst us.
An inspiration for adaptation.
A new day –
One more day to make a change.
Another chance to to accomplishment your goals.
Each day is an additional opportunity for peace.
Thank you, for one more day.
Two things were significant in my family: sweets and horse events.
When my mother wasn’t baking, she was serving as Treasurer for a club or President of a charity. A fundraiser that got her excited every year was the Pegasus horse show and cook book.
As a nod to all moms enjoying extra baking time this spring, I am sharing my mother’s famed Banana Split Cake, which has the consistency of a banana pudding with a crumbly crust.
Enjoy! There are lots of happy memories included with the recipe.
Each spring, a chipping sparrow arrives at my door. She builds a nest in our mail basket. Having our loggia selected as prime real estate by nature makes me feel like blessings are sent to our home, as if angels are reminding us to enjoy nature’s miracles.
Our chipping sparrow becomes a member of our family during the time she sits on her eggs. Our busy lifestyle doesn’t interfere with her tranquil setting. When my family and I go in and out of our home, she pokes her head up from her leafy cave to greet us. We each slow down and take a moment to make sure she’s satisfied with her bed. From behind her black mask, she watches us admire her russet coloring. In the late afternoons, she stands at the lip of the basket and sings a short song like a call for nature to give her nourishment. Then she hops to the ground and forages for seeds and insects.
Eventually, instead of finding her sleek head peeking from her cozy home, there will be four pale blue eggs with chocolate specks dashed on them. They are always the same size and leaning on each other. It’s as if we worked together to create the right setting. A sense of accomplishment and satisfaction fills us.
Finally, the serene mood is replaced with chirping. Four hungry mouths branch out from the nest every time we walk by. I worry about the little fellows. Their mother spends most of her time nearby, singing lullabies at the Venetian wall fountain and gathering snacks for her newborns. She leaves for such long periods, I start searching the yard to make sure she hasn’t been killed. Certain the chicks will starve to death, I wonder if I’m capable of feeding their beaks.
But then, the chirping moves to the ground. When I turn quickly as I step outside, I’ll glimpse the chicks racing through the ground cover. Are they happy? Is their mother close by?
The first several years, our mailman ignored the sacred place and stuffed letters on her nest. Once the eggs hatched and the darlings moved out, I’d throw away the tangle of Spanish moss, Laurel oak leaves, and palm tree netting.
But every year, a new nest would be built in our basket mailbox. We bought a copper mailbox and leave the basket for our extended family to enjoy.
Waking each day to such a magical expression of nature excites my family and joins us together as we gather to check on the chipping sparrows’ progress. Look around you.
How has nature blessed your home?
It’s fun the wake up for breakfast during the mandatory quarantine.
Please join me in making our theme song for this tying time –
Yummy, yummy, yummy, I’ve got love in my tummy and I feel like loving you.
Love is such a sweet thing, a good enough to eat thing, and that’s what I’m going to do.
Ooh, love to kiss ya. Ooh love to hug ya. Ooh love, I won’t let you go.
During spring break, I bought this bikini as an inspiration. Boy, do I need it now.
During this quarantine season, I rely on its powerful motivation to assist me in making wise decisions.
I don’t know about you, but when I wake in the morning, more casually than before, one song plays in my mind.
C is for cookie. That’s good enough for me.
Cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C.