We planted five of these threes sixteen years ago.
We lost one last winter.
Sitting under these trees today as my bird friends fly to and from feels like a decent accomplishment for the last day of November...
and a day of breathing.
Rose
I think this rose is a little confused with the season.
What a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
White Seeds
I face the east and usually watch the sun rise.
This evening the sun sets to my back
lighting up all that lies in front of me...
And like the leaves I let go
and welcome
the coming winter.
Home
When I first started going to my sit spot one of the first birds I met was the red bellied woodpecker.
In the light of the rising sun I watched the light bounce off the red feathers on the males head while it called to another male deeper into the forest.
