Imagery by Kimberly

Hole Digger

 

 

 

Someone got in trouble for digging a huge hole in the side yard.

He said he is sorry, but I am not so sure.

 

 

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Baby Feet

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A Rose is Not Just a Rose

 

 

 

 

 

Someone who is very special to me gave this rose to me today while I was down at the lake feeding Papa Goose.   I thanked him and held it in my right hand as I fed the birds with my left - not wanting anything to happen to its petals.  For you see, this rose means the world to me.  It made my heart overflow, and as I walked home I carried it - admittedly, basked in a glow.  As I placed it on the little red table by the front door while scrambling for my keys, I thought about his gesture.  I know that this rose was what he was able to tangibly give to me, but I hoped that he somehow knew that he has given so much already to me as well.

 

I don't know my friend's "story" other than he is at the lake every day and has been for the past year or so as I have made my rounds.  He is a witty, funny, and kind man.  I think he may be homeless - I am not sure, but I know in his heart he really isn't, for our lake is home for him.

 

He always has his backpack and a newspaper with him.  He once told me that he had been living "this way" for 30 years.  He once told me that life was about positive thoughts and love and putting that love "out there."  He has daily pearls of wisdom for me and others as we pass by "his" picnic table nestled under the shady oak tree and big blue sky.

 

When Shawn and I walked the lake together last year, he would share the current headlines from his newspaper and chat with us a bit.  Yes, he is a jokester and again, very witty.  Shawn  -always patient and always kind - eventually shared with him that he was being deployed to Afghanistan.  Well, our friend has never forgotten that.  He asks me every single time when I see him how Shawn is doing and if I have heard from him and then asks me how I am doing.  He searches my face to see my reaction and he somehow seems to understand my heart.  Perhaps he once served?  I don't know.  I haven't asked.  I don't want to pry.  He told me that he "doesn't have access to a computer but that he has a heart and his heart is keeping Shawn safely in it."

 

Well, on Christmas morning, I felt compelled to go down to the lake to feed Papa Goose, of course, and all of my feathered friends but I also felt compelled to check in on our dear human friend.  He was there - blessedly - and I gave him a picture of "Little One" and a small Christmas gift from Shawn and me. 

 

He was very very moved. 

 

And he was thankful.  And he was appreciative.  And he doesn't forget.  When he handed me this rose today he thanked me again and said and I quote:  "Your picture of the baby was magical.  It really touched my heart."  I thanked HIM and told him that was one of OUR baby swans who was born right here "you know." 

 

He said he knew. 

 

And I know he does.  He sees.  He feels. 

 

And he LIVES.

 

No, I don't know his story.  I don't know what brought him here or his life's journey.  And I don't need to know.  All I need to know is that, for now, he IS here.  He has a message and a gift to share.

 

And that would be HIM.

 

Thank you my dear friend on the lake.  Your rose is not just a rose to me.  It is a token of unconditional love in the purest form.  And it will remain on my desk and in my heart long after its bloom.

 

 

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Easily Distracted

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are so many things that I should be doing but it is SO incredibly beautiful outside it is easy to be distracted!  These images were taken during my walk this morning around the neighborhood.  Spring is definitely right around the corner!  You can feel it in the air and hear it in the birds' voices.  The light is magical as it filters ever so softly through the trees - unlike our summer light which is much more intense.

I love this time of year and all that the season brings - like babies on the lake - and once again I am so thankful to be able to live here to see and feel it.

Yes, easily distracted and very much attracted to Mother Nature and her gifts! 

 

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Yet Again ...

 

 

Oh Maggie.

You try so hard.  But you didn't see Mr. Lizzie on the bench right there in front of you.

Until it was too late.

 

 

 

 

And he got away. 

Yet again.

 

 

 

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For You

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I love you all for being here.  You are always so sweet and so supportive and I hope you know how much I appreciate each of you.  And it is SO true - I honestly take you with me in my heart each and every time I walk my little lake.  I hope in some way my images convey that. 

So, yes, these are for YOU.

 

THANK YOU! 

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Swan Watch

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I could watch them all day long.

 

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Determined

 

 

Maggie agreed to let me take pictures of her on the swing today.  However, she soon spied a lizard and well, that was that. 

 

 

 

 

Her pursuit began ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And though she really tried, she did not catch him.

 

But that's okay.  She will another day. 

 

Our Maggie never gives up.

 

 

 

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Hangin' Out With "Birdie"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Summer Lynn was such a good girl this morning while I watched her for a bit.

And of course, I couldn't resist taking a few pictures.

:-)

I hope you all have a beautiful weekend!

 

Love,

Birdie Me

Tuesday Morning at the Lake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:-)

 

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View From the Sofa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My camera is usually nearby so when I was resting a bit on the green sofa I snapped these shots.  I will always always always love color.

And books.

And all things home.

 

 

 

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"Bentley!"

 

"Please leave Maggie alone right now.  She has a headache."

 

 

 



 

"Thank you Mommy."

 

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Seen and Heard

 

 

 

 

 

And cherished.

 

I cherish what I see from my front porch. 

 

And I cherish what I hear.  The early birds are the sweetest with their happy, hopeful voices as they flit and flutter about from tree to tree - innately aware of the gift they have been given of a brand new day to BE.

 

 

 

 

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Sunny Spot

 

 

I see you Bentley sitting there in the sun.  Don't worry, I'm not going to make you come inside.

 

Yet.

 

:-)

 

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Smiling for "Birdie"

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poor baby.

From the moment - literally - that she was born, her Grandma Birdie aka ME has been taking her picture.  She has been photographed sleeping; eating; cuddling; looking; crying; and BEING.

 

 

And now....

 

 

 

She has been photographed smiling.

 

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Ahhhh Summer Lynn..... may you smile and smile and smile and smile.......

All the days of your precious life.

 

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Breakfast Time

 

 

 

Don't mind me Mr. Squirrel.  Go ahead and eat your breakfast.  I just wanted to tell you that you are really cute.

 

:-)

 

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He Thought ...

 

 

Bentley thought he was going to be able to stake claim on my vintage blue-green chair that I also got from Lori........

 

 

 

 

However, as you can see, someone else took care of that.

 

 

 

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"You Know....."

 

 

"Being 3 months old has its' advantages.....

I'll get back to you when I figure them all out."

 

Love,
Summer Lynn

 

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Souls of the Spirit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I woke up very early Sunday morning and when I saw how foggy it was outside, I quickly got dressed, grabbed my camera and bird food, and made my way to the lake.  With the exception of a few ambitious joggers and cyclists, I was the only human there.  The air was so thick with dew and the voices of the lake's inhabitants were all that I could hear.  And it was such magical music to my ears.  These feathered ones say good morning to each other in their own melodic way as they slowly wake up and greet the day. 

 

I wish you could have been here to witness it. 

 

 

 

But as the fog lifted, revealing more graceful souls of the spirit, you were.

 

 

 

 

Because you ALWAYS are.

 

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Speaking of "Things" ...

 

 

 

 

"and sometimes it is the precious things like the soul SOULS that own your heart ..."

 

 

 

 

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