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on the up and up
When I think of Mom these days, it is mostly with a smile on my face, rather than tears. The transition has happened quietly over the last month as I made it past the first anniversary of her death. I think it also ties into my own hormonal menopausal mess finally easing off. Grieving is never easy, and hot flashes, sudden anxiety for no reason, ( Read more... ) -
5:24am
Pile into Ruth's Prius for the drive in the dark to Pleasanton Ridge. The moon, full and silver, gently lit the western sky as the soon-to-rise sun crept closer to the eastern horizon ( Read more... ) -
Sad
One of my beautiful fuzzy baby hummers crashed into the kitchen window and died. She was being chased by some irate hummer, who was probably guarding a feeder elsewhere. So tough a world...these little ones barely hatch, learn to fly, and they are in the harsh reality of the backyard jungle ( Read more... ) -
joy and remembering and adventures
Today was one year since my Mom died. The last 24 hours have involved some comedy, some near misses for tragedy, some celebrations and some exhaustion ( Read more... ) -
fledged
The older larger hummingbird baby is out of the nest, but not without a crash landing. Her first flight involved a window followed by a fence. I picked her up and just held her in my closed hands for a few minutes, then set her on a leaf on the picnic table, and waited. I went to get the camera, and when I returned with it she flew into the cherry ( Read more... ) -
Buzzard ballet
Tap tap tap tap. Maestro cues the musicians and they burst into the overture for Swan Lake. The lovely Odette takes her place and begins her dance.
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