As the sun began painting the trees outside my home this morning I placed a record on the turntable, Vivaldi’s Concerto in C Major for Bassoon and Strings, F.VIII:33. Before hearing the first notes of the disc-enabled music, I heard birds singing from beyond the windows as if they were laying down a blanket of … Continue reading On spinning a Vivaldi bassoon concerto
The lilac bush outside the window where I write is about to unfurl its canopy of leaves. On this Friday morning, while drinking coffee and writing in my journal, I can see the leafless bush and adjacent trees bending and waving, driven by the pre-sunrise Wyoming wind. I’m writing with a small desk lamp illuminating … Continue reading Lilac bush update
birds singing their voices diverse as instruments in a full orchestra a symphony of the ages played anew at sunrise in this land of enchantment pierced by a steel-winged creature whose voice follows its own trail to the southwest
When we purchased our fixer-upper home two decades ago, we were drawn to the property by the big Plains Cottonwood on the property's corner. The tree, now likely a hundred years old, stood majestically over the neglected yard and cast shade on the now 95-year-old house. Since buying the property we've poured our sweat and … Continue reading The tree will be the tree
Winter's moon lighted last night's walking path. Does hope exist in this world?
It's an interesting exercise to walk around our yard in winter months to observe changes. Yesterday, I found this "fish tail" that had fallen from a fish wind chime onto a stone tabletop that sits next to our wood swing. I appreciated the placement of the tail on the stone, the stone's crack, the dried … Continue reading Fish out of water