The magic of mornings!
The first light of Dawn warmed a tree trunk with a soft orange hue.
A brilliant burst shines on one branch!
No sooner than I could adjust my digital companion, the woods lit up like fire!
I always feel lucky to be awake at sunrise, but after a long sleepless night, the beauty I saw in all that color was a blessing from nature; a true Green Healing! I knew I was going to get some good sleep.
As I headed inside to bed, I looked in the other direction, toward the creek, and perched on a tall dead tree trunk was my friend, the Owl!
I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, even though I often see our two resident Barred owls. Usually, I’ll hear or sense them before I see one, but not on this early summer morning.
The mystical bird hadn’t made a sound and when our eyes literally met, I felt instinctively that it had watched me all along.
I had an odd feeling that this owl was not one of our residents. There was an unfamiliar look in its eyes and each time I tried to get a little closer, the bird flew five or six feet away, which is most unlike the owls who live in my corner of woods.
Perhaps it was one of the resident owls that was merely hungry and not too happy that I was interrupting breakfast.
After my long sleepless night, and then my having seen the woods slowly come alive in a great orange light, I suspected the owl was a spirit animal.
Whoa! As I was writing this post, shortly after midnight, an Owl hooted as loud as I’ve ever heard one from my window! It was no ordinary hoot either. It sounded like a happy celebration, and as if the Owl was telling the whole woods about it!
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My day wasn’t going well and it was still early. Heading outside to hang around a butterfly, I guess, is one way I’m coping with confusing times.
I’ve probably written before that I love the smaller, perhaps less noticed butterflies, as much as I do the fantastically big and colorful ones. They might be small, but up close, they have amazing patterns and intricate details.
While sitting with my morning coffee, feeling altogether displaced, which is an experience that hit me hard after a recent move, I was drawn to the white butterfly dancing around my container plants.
I had moved the plants to the corner of the lawn, hoping they might catch some rain. I put the bird bath in the middle of the containers, which to my surprise, created a space I especially liked.
I’m pretty sure my winged visitor was the Cabbage White Butterfly.
A pair showed up about ten days ago and have since been fluttering around my sparse container garden.
Mostly, the butterfly was getting some needed morning sunshine, favoring the Lemon Balm for this purpose, and the yellow Lantana for sipping nectar.
I sat down in the grass. A few times, I thought the pretty white butterfly was going to land on my arm or shoulder, but instead, it playfully swooped and danced around me and my camera.
A silent call to play took hold and for a little while, I was free to play, just like the pretty white butterfly!
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“Sounds like A Worm to Me!”
I mentioned in an earlier post that a neighbor and I were birdwatching together one day, when he told me the American Robin hops, and then stops, so that it may hear a worm.
So, you can imagine my delight when I captured a few images of this Robin listening for what I feel safe in assuming, worms!
I can’t think of a better springtime song for a Robin, as the sound of a worm in the cool dirt.