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Yes, Papa Goose, I am SO proud of you. I see you and your new babies ...
And when I saw you lose one of your feathers in the water, I hope it was okay that I brought it home with me....
Because your feathers are the most beautiful of them all.
xo
I love all of the beautiful summer roses by the library, especially first thing in the morning after a night's rain and as the sun comes up. I love all of the brave mallard mamas and their sweet little ducklings. I love how the ducklings listen and look up at you with such baby curiosity. I love all of the swans. All of them. I love Summer Lynn, but of course, and witnessing HER "baby" curiosity and watching her grow is so incredibly precious.
And I love you.
I hope you have a beautiful LOVING weekend.
xo
Thank you so much for your sweet birthday wishes! It was a beautiful day spent with my beautiful family and I carried each of you in my heart as I lived it. Thank you so much for all!
I THINK I have shared this with you before, maybe not, but the season of summer is not my favorite. It is actually my least favorite. I know - I was born on the first day of summer! My first grandchild's name is Summer! How dare I say that summer is not my favorite season! So wrong but so how I feel. Perhaps if I did not live a Florida summer? Maybe. Perhaps if I still loved baking in the sun on the beach, lathered in baby oil and listening to my transistor radio? Maybe. Perhaps if I was not petrified of summer lightening? Maybe. Perhaps if my children were still little and it meant that they were home with me and we could spend the summer days just being WE?
Definitely.
I grew up in Miami. I cried and cried when school ended. Then I spent my summers writing my "novels" in my spiral notebooks and I still have them in my scratched and pretty much forgotten cedar chest which is now stored in my closet. My poor children... someday they will inherit this cedar chest of girlhood memories and dreams! ;-) I do remember that my summers spent earning my brand new Trixie Belden books with good behavior from Jefferson's were my favorite. I wanted to be Trixie. At first I wanted to be Nancy Drew but when I "met" Trixie, I just knew she was me in my little girl heart. I would ride my bike - bought with love and sacrifice on a teacher and brilliant wife's salary - and pretend to be Trixie. And Honey. Do you remember them?
So yes, I definitely spent my childhood summers dreaming.
And one cannot walk our lake without dreaming.
"to everything there is a season....."
And I really need to remember this now more than ever:
"Summertime, and the livin is easy........."
Thank you Ella. I will take your message to heart.
Summer Time - I LOVE YOU.
xo
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The first image is an egret and I see a froggy on his face. ;-)
The second image is an egret and I do not see his face.
The third image is a heron early in the morn as he is about to catch a fish and the fourth image is another heron as he decides what he is going to have for breakfast.
This next image is a reflection of an egret in the lake. I almost fell in, camera and all, as I took the picture. I thought this was cool...
And thankfully I didn't fall in as that would NOT be cool.
xo
I got to the lake really early this morning. The sun was just coming up and as I looked up to take a picture of its golden light I saw these two clouds above. Click on image to view in large if you'd like. Anyway, I know I tend to "see" things but do you see swans too?
Sigh. What a beautiful morning.
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The roses are blooming so beautifully at the nearby gardens which are only a lake away from Papa Goose's lake. Yes, while I know that I love to claim everything as "mine" I am more than happy to let Papa Goose take ownership of his home sweet home. When I got to the lake this morning, he was pretty far out in the water and taking his bath. I love watching him do that and when he spreads his gorgeous goose wings and makes his proud and authoritative call, my heart simply melts.
Beauty is as beauty does and Papa Goose is a living example of that.
He is the most beautiful of them all.
xo
Sometimes I share an image straight out of camera and sometimes I let my frustrated inner-artist-self come out to play as I try to share what I saw and felt when I clicked. Sometimes I will have an instant title to my post and words come so easily that I can't type them fast enough, and sometimes I have no title and words not only do not come, they do not seem necessary. Sometimes I wish that I could choose a "style" of photography and stick with it.
But I can't. I shoot from the heart and share from the heart and I guess my heart is kind of all over the place these days.
Is this normal? Probably. Especially at this stage of life. I strongly believe that this is when we women, and perhaps men too, discover that we may be inconsistently consistent about many things. Just at the time in life when we thought we would be so secure and so sure. We seem to now really live and feel life's ebb and flow. And this is all that we truly know.
When I started this site three years ago and wrote the following I had no idea how much this would be true.....
"It is here where you will find my random thoughts and images as I see, feel, and live them.
And it is my honor to share them with you.
It is my hope that as long as we are in this world, you and I will continue to grow and yes ... bloom."
Anyway, I hope this all makes sense, somehow, and in some way. And I hope that YOU know how much I appreciate your stopping by my inconsistently consistent site composed of all things home, furbabies, feathered friends, and lots of random in between and taking the time out of your life to be here. This image is for you.....
With love and gratitude,
Kim
Duck Duck PAPA GOOSE. ;-)
I could tell immediately as I walked up to Papa Goose this morning that there was something going on. His call to me was more emphatic. There was an urgency to his step as he quickly took a few bites of corn from my hand and then turned away toward a hidden nest belonging to a frail Mama Muscovy. It was then, as I followed him, that I heard the peep peeps and saw that she had two brand new ducklings! They were so precious! Eventually Mama and babies came off the nest and as always, it was absolutely heartwarming to see how Papa protected them on their tiny excursion to the water's edge. He was on high alert. He chased off every approaching duck, goose, crow, and form of life that he could while Mama and babies bonded. So amazing our Papa Goose! As they made their way back to the safety of the nest, he followed and then assumed his position as protector.
And again, as I reluctantly walked away for I could stay there all day, I knew that I had just witnessed something so incredibly precious - the best goose in all of the land was once again taking care of his own.
Duck Duck Goose.
They are family.
xo
It was 8 a.m. and the sun was already shining bright. Papa Goose was still sleeping - that is until I woke him up - and the swans were drying off after their early morning bath. The ducklings and their innocent curiosity were adorable as always and an egret was beautiful in its flight. I fed not only Papa Goose, but Papa Duck, Little Duck, Peeps, Prince, Appolonia, Sweetie Duck, Angel, Mr. & Mrs. Cottonball Head, Helmet Head, Blondie, Boo Boo Bird, Blindie, The Silvers, The Woo Woo's, Hulk, Sweet Pea, and all of the ducks and swans who I have not named but I know like the back of my hand. I passed by familiar human friends and made a new one. It was a wonderful wonderful Wednesday morning.
8 a.m. I can't wait to do it again.
xo
