Feathering the Nest

He found this little down feather and was shaking, and plucking at it.  I think to get it ready for his nest. Something caught his attention in this Oleander-which is where he lives. See the little feather stuck on the end of the branch? He cleverly lodged it there for safe keeping.  He flitted around my yard gathering fluffy things for two days. He’s flitting around today, but not gathering things. His bed will be soft and warm.

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Weeping Angel

Angel of Grief is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story which serves as the grave stone of the artist and his wife at the Protestant Cemetery, Rome. A replica made in 1906 exists at the Stanford Mausoleum at Stanford University. It replaced one created in 1901 that was destroyed in the San Francisco earthquake of 1906. This style of monument is also referred to as “Weeping Angel.” It is a memorial (the Angel of Grief) to Jane Stanford’s brother, Henry Clay Lathrop.

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A Few Things That Make Me Smile.

The smell of damp soil after rain, the sound of the Song Sparrow in the meadow, bright green  moss growing on a tree, and the smile of another hiker met along the trail.

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” To live is to feel, to enjoy, to be constantly aware of the new that reminds us we are alive.”~N.I. Lobachersky

Blossoms from my Flowering Plum tree.

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“True luck consisits not in holding the best of the cards at the table: Luckiest he who knows just when to rise and go home.”~ John Milton Hay

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