In the meadow little butterflies drift along. In the meadow the wildflowers are caressed by a gentle breeze. In the meadow the air is filled with bird song. In the meadow little treasures can be found. In the meadow serenity can be found. In the meadow your true […]
Iceman: You two really are cowboys. Maverick: What’s your problem, Kazanski? Iceman: You’re everyone’s problem. That’s because every time you go up in the air, you’re unsafe. I don’t like you because you’re dangerous. Maverick: That’s right! Ice… man. I am dangerous.
Do you feel like this? Hope you have a wonderful week!
Falling into the category of “way too cute” are the Asian Small-Clawed Otters in the Smithsonian National Zoological Park in Washington D.C. As the smallest of otters of the 13 types of otters in the world, these Asian otters are guaranteed to charm the pants off of anyone. […]
Along the Magothy River on the Chesapeake Bay, the Osprey have flourished in numbers. An evening cruise on the upper river passed by nests on nearly every channel marker along the way. Their teenagers were tucked in for the evening, some enjoying their supper. A curious one sat […]
‘Twould ease — a Butterfly — by Emily Dickinson ‘Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou’rt neither — Neither — thy capacity — But, Blossom, were I, I would rather be Thy moment Than a Bee’s Eternity — Content of fading Is enough […]
Columbines by: Teresa Hooley (1888-1973) Airily poised in the garden bed, Delicate saffron, white and rose, With gossamer petals lightly spread The columbines flutter upon their toes. Wait, till the moonlight sets them free! They’ll stir, they’ll shake off the dew, they’ll go Dancing, dancing (but you’ll not […]
Although they do keep an eye on me. Azure and Celeste’s babies are indeed growing. There are four of them, and when I head down with mealworms for the family it’s a warm welcome. Whistling when I arrive, Celeste and Azure show up from nowhere and sit on […]
“The Oriole’s Secret” To hear an oriole sing May be a common thing, Or only a divine. It is not of the bird Who sings the same, unheard, As unto crowd. The fashion of the ear Attireth that it hear In dun or fair. So whether it be […]
High in the barn’s eves is a little Barn Swallow family. Sounding loudly when a parent approaches, they sing for their supper.
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 