Hungry we Come…

I for beauty, they for food, we both ended up in the garden, the chickadees and I, in this little patch above the stone wall where  burgundy bush beans and basil shared their bed all summer with a trio of sunflowers, a row of marigolds and some aphid-ridden calendula.P1190124P1190127P1190131

The joy of distraction was the story of my morning—there at my newly appointed writing desk I sat looking out the window alternately with writing.  A glorious bough of oak leaves translucent with morning sun hangs just above my head,IMG_20151016_122130106_HDR letting loose every so often, a leaf to catch my eye in its sashaying descent.

Have you ever caught a picture of a falling leaf?


Me either.  But I’ve been wanting to!  Perhaps today?  But no, must…sit…still…and…write…

Then came the chickadee.P1190047P1190075

The rest of the morning is history, spent with the warm sun at my back, my camera poised, chickadee calls in my ears…taking pictures, lots of pictures…of distant blobs barely detectable as birds, of dead sunflowers, of dead airspace where once there was a bird (or a falling leaf), of green and gold backdrops and drooping sunflowers…of the blur of wingbeats…



and finally of actual chickadees, who let me approach to within a couple arm lengths P1190105

and who turned out to be quite the saucy posers, as curious of me as I of them.


We both went about our business in the end.


They got my seeds, I their pictures.


A morning well spent ( :

leaves falling (I even caught some leaves in free-fall!)

So glad am I for the digital age where literally hundreds of shots can be taken and discarded in pursuit of the one that captures what the eye sees…For I am no  photographer, only a poser who persists out of hunger to capture the beauty…

And I’m so glad I planted sunflowers! ( :



This chorale piece seems fitting…

…each little bird that sings, the Lord God made them all….

Things bloom here too…

P1180260I have loved portulaca since my childhood in NJ where they bloomed with abandon.  They did not do so well on the coast, but here once again I have portulaca blooms to enjoy.


French Marigolds are up for the job most anywhere…


And Nasturtium have answered the call bravely in this hot dry space. P1180268

The ‘Pot Marigold’ (officially Calendula) blooms here too, with that classic ‘bloom where you’re planted’  look.  I hope that I shall do as well.


There have been no travels this week, so I’ve taken time to finish up a picnic quilt for Rachel’s (just past) 20th birthday… P1180276

P1180277P1180278… made from old jumpers, jeans and skirts from our family’s  past life.


And I’ve commenced my second-ever illustrated journal.  The first page is a joint celebration of the harvesting of the Black Currants and the purchase of some Crayola markers just for fun!

Black Currant

and the next is my official just-learning-to-Doodle page….


And such have been the ‘blooms’ of my week.


“For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” Eph.2:10









Still Mine


There’s no place to convalesce like home.  And no better time for it  than spring. In all honesty there hasn’t been much convalescing to do; my eye is fine.  But avoiding strenuous activity was what the doctor ordered so… have been trying to comply.  Does weeding count?!

It’s been a sweet thing to be back ‘home’ for my favorite of seasons, but a little bittersweet to see all the little wonders that will be sold with the house.

But for now, they’re mine:









P3180240aBut wait…
The earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof, right?  And I am His. So….


Wanna’ buy a house?  It comes with the flowers!