Seed Pods
It is our quiet time
We do not speak, because the voices are within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not walk, because the earth is all within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not dance, because the music has lifted us to a place where the spirit is.
It is our quiet time. We rest with all of nature. We wake when the seven sisters wake.
We greet them in the sky over the opening of the kiva.
~Nancy Wood
Earth Prayers From Around the World
Edited by Roberts & Amidon
Ladybug’s Friend
September Lavender
Sweet Pea Blossom and Pod
September sunflower
Collected from this morning’s walk.
Lovely to see lingering blossoms!
This morning all the neighbourhood squirrels are out industriously clipping and dropping long green spruce cones from the trees, creating a steady “plunk” throughout the alleys.
Our resident squirrel – a yearling who has set up shop under our garden shed – is nimbly flowing out to the slender branch tips of the bur oak in his quest for the last remnants of acorns, occasionally slipping in the insubstantial branches and hanging precariously with a squeak! of alarm.
Where’s Waldo!
Although no other squirrel is after his treasure mine, he must contend with a curious blue jay who stops by from time to time.
Field to Forest 