Singing Along the Journey

June 7, 2021September 10, 2022

The color of earth…

Today, more lilies, and the arrival of my hydrangeas. What I love about hydrangeas is this...it doesn't matter what you think you have planted, the minerals in the soil determine the flowers that you see. This, believe it or not, is supposed to be a deep blue flower. Creation had a different idea. So Monday it is. What about you is determined by your soil, and how have you made beauty from it anyway?

June 6, 2021September 10, 2022

Namesake in full bloom…

I have returned home to find my namesakes blooming in full glory (for those who don't know, my name is a Hebrew name, from the root ssn which is the foundation of the word lily). So appropriate for a weekend of remembrance.

May 27, 2021September 11, 2022

Summer time…

Well, this morning feels like summer. Not in that yucky swampy way of a DC summer, but in the more livable cool breeze after a thunderstorm but yea it is hot kind of a way. The birds were pretty happy, especially this guy who posed quite awhile for me while I captured the moment. Hope the weather is kind wherever you are.

May 27, 2021September 11, 2022

The season of green…

And we have entered the season of green. It will hold on for a while, if the rain does. And a soggy Saturday to you from old DC.

May 26, 2021September 11, 2022

Bloom where you’re planted…

We all bloom at our own time, in our own way, even when fed by the same roots. Gee, can you tell it is Wednesday? Have a great one and let your blooms unfold in their own time.

May 25, 2021September 14, 2022

What’s up, duck?

So you get up, you take a walk, you capture some great images, you have a plan, and then you turn a corner of the park and see this. I've got nothing else to say.

May 24, 2021September 12, 2022

Tomatoes and roses…

I have decided today that rainy days and Mondays, in fact, do not always get me down. And that the most delicate (and green) among us can survive, nay thrive, with just a little bit of shelter from the sun and a gentle rain. I can't help but humming a bar or two of my favorite, Pink Martini's Hang on Little Tomato. Offer some shelter or some healing water today if you can, both to yourself and to the world around you. And, hang on, by all means.

May 23, 2021September 12, 2022

The sky shall unfold…

Sorry, all I can hear is the words of the old Dottie Rambo song, We Shall Behold Him. I don't know, seemed like a Pentecost sky to me....glory peaking through to let us have a wee glimpse of just what is possible if we embrace the brightness that seems just beyond our grasp?

May 22, 2021September 12, 2022

Squirrels gone wild…

I have come to learn that there is a lot of drama going on if you just look up. That's the truth of living in a kind of urban forest. The cicadas are driving the squirrels crazy. I've seen many a squirrel throw down (literally) in the forest canopy since they arrived. I don't know what's going on here, but this little creature was on the highest of high alerts and making the most appalling noise about it. Oh well, even a squirrel needs to have some fun on a Saturday.

May 20, 2021September 12, 2022

Smoke signals…

So as I turned to face the sun this morning, I thought to myself, my the heat haze is starting early, because, well, the light looked like an August morning after a long DC health wave. But out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of what appeared to be little puffs of smoke. I turned to look and discovered 10 or so sparrows taking their morning dirt bath. Who says there is nothing natural about living in the city. A happy Thursday to you all as me make an overnight leap from Spring to summer here in DC.