A Question More

Yesterday was a wonderfully in-between day for travel—nothing all one thing or another.

Yay!

The Steller’s jays have Thoughts this morning, and they’re not afraid to share them.

soft splashes in the birdbath courage +++++ rain drops swell on the pine needle tips… just let go +++++ pine needles gather up raindrops a gust of wind +++++ baking bread in the high country hope rises and falls* +++++ a gentle rain the pine needles cling…

The sky is just getting light, and the different trees are beautifully silhouetted.

One of the few phrases I remember from German class: “You’re making a face like three days of rainy weather.”

It’s another gloomy, Black Forest kind of day.

It’s a dreary, gray day in the pine forest.

It’s an absolutely gorgeous morning.

the time is short bear prints on the back door

How am I this upbeat???

The rabbit living in the Russian sage near one of V’s birdbaths isn’t afraid of me.

old cat asleep in the sun the shape of bones

There’s kind of a theme this week—just one of those things nature gives us. rain at dusk the whole day a blur +++++ windblown the trees, also, are restless +++++ a glimpse of sun the gray turns a little darker +++++ a rain of pine needles the sun falls sl…

Yesterday the sun was clear and golden in the afternoon, and shining at that angle that said “fall is coming.”

pine needles blanket the windshield… south, south

burnt pines lean on each other autumn winds

the deer in the neighbor’s flowers— so lovely +++++ morning sun— from the kettle’s spout a rainbow +++++ chamisa in bloom a fawn feeds on its hiding place +++++ mountain valley the sunrise always yonder +++++ hints of blue above morning fog the hawk waits…

This is a small case in point:1 I’m camped at 8,500’, in the van I converted from cargo to camper van.

mountain skies and good chocolate my sister’s long breath out

I’m in the mountains again!

mule deer pauses by the road at dusk neither of us knows

”Any more…” My 90-year-old parents disapprove of all this cultural change.

whitewater rushes down the canyon weekenders up

the neighborhood skunk also has nightly rituals I close the window

I’m spending a few days with my (very) elderly parents. ❤️ window well the spider has spun a new prism +++++ first new clothes in years I could be anyone +++++ Mom’s gnarled hands make me a fried egg sandwich… my first day of school +++++ washing my face…

This is a reminder to future me not to listen to my fantasy self or my virtuous self—especially when a “planned group fun” activity that some lovely, community-minded people have come up with makes me think, “Ooh, doesn’t that sound great?”

sun shows up later the rabbits always on time

Still at my brother’s.