Stormy Skies

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Skies like this aren’t unusual in Kansas. I shot this after last week’s storms began to head out, and sure enough, this week’s been sunny. Lots of blue skies.

Getting something done in the garden. Getting something done in the office.

It’s all good.

Focus

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As a more-or-less right brained person, I tend to see wholes instead of parts. Sometimes this is a plus. Like when planning a garden or a novel.

But when it comes down to the nitty-gritty—weeding and editing—I tend to get overwhelmed by all the little pieces. And for me, overwhelmed means immobilized.

I do better when I focus on just this one thing.  

This chapter, page, sentence rather than the entire work. This one garden, section, plant rather than the whole yard. When I narrow my focus, I’m more likely to keep moving forward.

We have a courtyard off the master bedroom and the centerpiece is a 15-foot Japanese maple (Acer Bloodgood) that by rights, should not have lived in windy Kansas. During last fall’s storms, branches banged on the roof and gutters until Jim tied them back.

In February, we gave the tree a hard prune—30 percent. The photo? On this branch where we made a cut, the tree focused on just this little sucker today …  Pretty. 

This Should Say Happy Mothers’ Day

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Almost all the blooming trees have lost their blooms. The irises are out in force, and my lilies are popping up. And it’s hot. Humid. Dry.

Wait. Humid AND dry? How is that possible? According to the weathermen, we’re (meaning Louisburg and surrounds) in some kind of weather bubble. Rain all around us but none here. We did have lightning and thunder yesterday, terrifying my dog Loki and making me feel foolish as I watered in the middle of a potential storm.

Where did spring go?

Happy Mothers’ Day to all my mothering family and friends.

Where’s the Audubon Society Book When I Need It?

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Is this an Oriole?

He’s been hanging around for a while–usually when I DON’T have my camera. Today, he stood on the covered grill long enough for me to snap a photo through the screen door.

Last spring, in the middle of a sleet storm, I saw this same bird and his duller-colored mate. Made me think of the Zachary Richard song Au Bord De Lac Bijou and the pair of hirondelles (swallows) that returned every year.

This colorful little guy is trying to drink from the hummingbird feeders. I hope he isn’t scaring them off.