A love note from one Robin's nest to those smarter birds who've delayed the trip north... Dear fellow feathered friends, It's me, Bobbie and Bill. Hope this note finds you. I'm sending it special carrier since the mail service in these parts hasn't been reliable. Rumor has it mail got lost in the big storm… Continue reading A love letter from the birds
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
I kid you not, my dear
I grew up as a baby of the baby boomers (...born in 1964, turning 55 this year - so there, you're welcome for me doing the math for you...). My parents were the typical, Midwestern, blue-collar working kind of folk that joined the ranks of others who conceived babies for the boom. And they kicked… Continue reading I kid you not, my dear
Just because
If the old farmer's saying is true, and, "It takes just 3 snows on a Robins' tale then spring will arrive," then why do Robins hide when it snows?" Shouldn't they stick around and let the snow fall on their tails? The sooner they let it happen the better. That way we can get this… Continue reading Just because
How I find inspiration
In morning's light, finding inspiration in insomnia infused brains is incredibly challenging... I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes and listen. - Anne Lamott One of my… Continue reading How I find inspiration
The birds are singing here
They're here! They're here! The House Finches are back and are busy building their nests. And the males of their houses are singing their mating calls. Oh, and the Bluebirds are back, too. It's the little things in life that make me smile. I heard him singing, but couldn't see him while I was standing… Continue reading The birds are singing here
Why I love my gray hair
I've never fussed much with my wild a** curly hair. It has a mind of its own, that's for sure. Well...on second thought, after I typed those words, I know that Mr. would disagree and call me out on it. He's right. Dagnabit. When I colored my hair, I fought with it EVERY day. I… Continue reading Why I love my gray hair