And abandoned bird’s nest I found while on our last walk about on the farm. It’s very sturdily built, so I hope birds come back someday, through the moss might (or might not) suggest otherwise.
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Baby Bird
This little baby bird was found today outside of it’s nest in our back yard
Huddled on the ground
Until I find the courage
To get up and fly.
~ D.L.Chilson, 20June2017
Froggy
Another picture of Calm the Frog. I love how he’s not afraid to stare right back at me!
Lady Bug
Took a picture of this little guy in the pasture the other day. I love how it turned out!
Camouflage
You did not see me
Hiding in the water there,
But I can see you.
~ D.L.Chilson, 6-15-2017
My son calls this little guy Calm, because he can sit by the pond and talk to him. Calm does not like me, so this is as close as I get… with the zoom on my camera.
Once a Week
Once a week, I cry
Helpless tears for lost dreams fall
On hard party lines.
– by D.L. Chilson, February 2017
I admit it- I’m having trouble with the results of the 2016 elections. I’m a lover of history, literature and as such, also politics. I love the little nuances, the behind the scenes stuff that turns current issues into dramatic historical facts. These are things that fuel great literature and great thinkers, inspire revolutionaries and bold new worlds.
I’ve read about turning points in human history. Times of great struggle and conflict. Of clashing ideals and policies.
I never realized I’d be living in such times. Where the future of so many people hung in the balance while our political parties fight for control the White House.
Our president is at best a political pawn and at worst, the next Adolf Hitler. I’m still trying to decide which I think he is.
In the weeks since he was sworn in, however, at least once a week, I am suddenly overcome by tears and deep sorrow by something done by his new administration. And they aren’t even all confirmed yet.
Tonight as I write this commentary, I listen to my daughter (straight A grades, honor roll, wants to be a nurse someday) reading Keats ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ and realize that dreams dashed in today’s confirmation hearings aren’t mine, but hers. And her brother’s. And those of so many other children.
And my tears flow again.
Morning Glory
Sunshine peeking through the clouds
This was my view this morning, around 7 am. Like the light of heaven shining down on the earth below the clouds.
Have a happy and blessed Monday!
