I must begin somewhere

because the ending is yet to be written.

the rise6


Morning arrives on the mountain side. It’s summer at last! I wake up to such a profound quiet I wait a moment for my soul to return from wandering until I finally hear the wind in the trees, a bird’s song or the faint hum of tiny wings outside my window.


Wait, not him!! That’s more of a swoosh. I had to go further afoot yesterday to watch this lovely and ancient fellow landing in the lagoon and so I had to include him! Β Rather the lovely hum was a greeting from this tiny creature hovering by the pane.

Hummingbird in Flight. gif


I wasn’t able to catch him in the bath but my submission to Leanne Cole’s Monochrome Madness (4-10) today was this lovely reflective moment!

bird bath small

In the evening the night visitors return with the moon to the rise. Β Sadly, the Northern Spotted Owl is on the endangered list but he is thriving here and the black tailed deer, though a gentle romantic figure is a flower thief. Geraniums and roses have vanished so I put in a water sprayer with a sensor. I’ll let you know if this ending is satisfactory and I will have another story for you next time!

night visitors3

night visitors2


No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God- Rumi