Evening Walk

It beckoned me, this light at the end of the orchard.......stepped in, was ushered in, by the trees and the way the grass whispered.....

The last light of the sun touched the grass that whispered to flame......it held the light like magic.

And how can grasses and trees, I wondered, speak with such power?

I needed this walk, it fed my soul and how the light spilled and the mystery of what lay at the end, and what was spoken in between the steps to get there?

Closer, I came......

And then I turned in wonder.....my magical kingdom was only golden light on a brown field, but really, it was so much more.

It was an evening walk and the poetry of a simple orchard that spoke better things than words.....

Wrenny

Since living in Arizona I have come to love the cactus wrens......I call them all "Wrenny"

They are very smart and industrious......always busy, hopping here and there

They even build two nests, one to move into and one as a spare.........I guess to guard against predators

Currently there is a whole Wrenny family in my backyard......I interrupted this one in the middle of his tasks, but he just kept any eye on me and kept on working. 

Supermoon

We sat and waited....as if for a dignitary to make an appearance. And then it showed up, bigger than life.

She climbed higher.....no longer blushing.

From further away, she wasn't less astounding.....she still took our breath away.

Then she treated us with her shy reflection.......

Ah! Sunflowers

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,

Who countest the steps of the Sun:

Seeking after that sweet golden clime

Where the travellers journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,

And the pale virgin shrouded in snow:

Arise from their graves and aspire,

Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

Ah, Sunflower

William Blake

Thank you, neighbor Bob for letting me shoot your sunflowers....

Shouldn't they be in Canada?

Stopped on my way home from work to take a few shots of these geese and their little ones.....

Mama was definitely watching me, or maybe it was Daddy goose, I don't know enough about geese to know.....

Wish I could pick them up, I can imagine how soft they are.....

I only hope they don't go out in the road, it is way too busy......and anyway, shouldn't they be in Canada already?

Bird's Eye View

Some people would see an ordinary Sparrow, but I see the work of a Master Designer at work.....

I believe this is a Curved-bill Thrasher.......look at all the variations of brown and grey

And of course, a Mourning Dove......with the mate in the background. I never get tired of hearing their little coos

Bloomin Desert

Pink Camellias

I took these in my hometown of Lodi, California........this is the church my Grandpa and Grandma used to attend. I remember the ice-cream socials they used to have in the summer. And the dinners in the church fellowship hall. With spaghetti and limp iceberg lettuce salads. And hokey sing-a-longs where my Dad and I would be fighting laughter because we always thought the same things were funny.

Sometimes they were excruciating, but I wish I could have just one night like that back.

Jesus Paid it All......

Whatever else happens in this life, there is one thing that looms large on a day like today.....

Because of this one event.

Our lives were saved, changed, transformed

forever more.

He is Risen,

So we will rise too!

 

But now Christ is risen from the dead, and has become the firstfruits of those who have fallen asleep.   For since by man came death, by Man also came the resurrection of the dead.   For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ all shall be made alive. 1 Corinthians 15:20-22

God took the sting out of death forever, and I think the reason that the earth quaked the day Jesus was crucified was that Satan was having a big fat fit.

He knew the tomb would soon be empty.

He knew he had lost.

Have a Blessed Resurrection day, from Lori's Views



Resurrection

It was cold and kinda drizzly......

But there was hope in the orchard........I could see it.

Spring had made its presence known once more in little white clouds on the ends of the branches

Year after year.....the earth rises from slumber to give us hope of Resurrection. 

Goin' Visiting.....

Hey.....I will see you tomorrow, I am doing a bit of visiting on your blogs today.

It's been too long since I have gone blog hopping.

Wait for my knock on your door.

I love coffee!

Afternoon Walk

I stepped out one drizzly morning before I left hoping to catch a bit of Spring in one the older neighborhoods....

I happened upon this wonderful tree with clouds of pink still attached to it's boughs.

and some kind soul with a love of finches, had spread a marvelous buffet from one of the branches.

This is how I remember California Spring........