Tag: Nature Photography
The Drought: A Hopeful Update
Wordless Wednesday: January?
Purpose for The Day
A Day of Solitude
“You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it.” ~ Casare Paves
The rescue is my village – and often my haven. But between my day job and my volunteer work for the rescue evenings and weekends, I was reminded that it I have been working seven day weeks for a very long time. We’ve had some joyous times recently – and some very difficult ones. I woke up very much feeling under the weather: mentally- more than physically.
So I slept in very late … and then went where I am always happiest: the garden. My own this time.
“Home is a shelter from storms — all sorts of storms.” ~ William J. Bennett
If you look on the USDA map, the city of Sacramento where I live, and the rescue – which is in open country only 20 miles away – are both supposed to be in the same Zone 9. But any good gardening site will show you that the city has its own micro-climate which is much more Mediterranean. Protected by trees, houses and buildings, it can rise all the way to Zone 14. It is evident in my home garden, where things are still – or already – blooming.
It has been sorely neglected. So today – the roses were pruned, the last of the leaves were raked, and the soggy messes cleaned up as the next wave of rain settled in. In solitude.
Well … near solitude. The hummingbirds kept me company.
And when the work was done – there was, of course, a (wet) dog or two to return to.
“A village means that you are not alone, knowing that in the people, the trees, the earth, there is something that belongs to you, waiting for you when you are not there.” ~Casare Pavese
Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day and a work holiday. I’ll likely return to “the village” and get my fix of dogs and memorial garden – with a more restored sense of self. Solitude is sometimes good for the soul.
“Inside myself is a place where I live all alone, and that’s where I renew my springs that never dry up.” ~ Pearl Buck
Welcome, El Nino
Yellow Billed Magpie
Yellow-billed Magpie.
Common in the open oak woodlands in central (and apparently, Northern) California –
but found nowhere else in the world.
Lucky us.
It likes open areas with large trees and streams,
and forages in grassland and fields.
Which means it lives and soars above the rain-restored meadow behind my work.
Lucky me.
I Spy
Cedar Waxwings in the trees. How many do you count?
Hint: You’re looking for this.
And the win (unless someone can disprove it!) goes to Rob of RobandDog.com with 21!
Nature Finds A Way
Hark At The Rain
The most amazing thing happened in our parched Northern California valley: it’s called “rain.”
A gentle soaking rain with moments of sunshine peaking through the clouds…
which turned the garden electric.
“And now, hark at the rain,
Windless and light,
Half a kiss, half a tear,
Saying good-night.” ~ Edward Thomas, “Sowing”
Goodnight from wonderful, rain-drenched California.
Frog Petals
The Dogs of Klamath IV
We made our annual trek to Klamath, CA a little early this year. This place – not far from the border of Oregon, where the Klamath River meets the Pacific Ocean, restores my spirits and renews my energy each year.
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where Nature may heal and cheer and give strength to body and soul alike.”~ John Muir
On the river,
the trails,
the sea…
they say it’s not where you walk, but who you walk with. At Klamath, you are especially fortunate if you walk in the company of dogs. Introducing, the Dogs of Klamath, IV:
Life is better in the company of dogs.






































































































