Water’s Edge

This afternoon, I jaunted over to me Mum’s house. There is a deep ravine and pond at the back of her property. It is a lull place where I can cerebrate in tranquillity. Only the screeching of hawks, the grass masticating sounds of white tailed deer, and the occasional chirp of a ground squirrel could disturbed my pondering. Sitting at the water’s edge, I observed a fish lunging through the surface to capture a resting mosquito, listened to the cherubic toad calls, and heeded the fragrances of late blooming water lilies. It was a glorious hour, perched on that tree stump.

After a considerable amount of thinking, I’ve decided to keep writing about issues that face us all. I have thoroughly enjoyed writing and conversing with folks all over the globe in the past two years, and I’ve learned far more than I would have otherwise. I may write about situations that I get myself into from time to time. In addition, I will be writing some fiction now and again.

Anyhew, have a grand week all. For those that have asked, the podcast will be returning soon. I swear!!! :)

BogBog of ShadowsPasturePoke Salad BerriesWhite Tailed DeerRed Tailed HawkI feel like this sometimes - all twisted up inside.  :)Relax