Walkies With George

Come take a walk with George and me as we head out from the deck one fine May morning, down Beersville Road, and back around the meadow where we meet up with Ralph and Alice the pair of wild mallards who’ve come to visit us every spring since I got here.

Although it was still officially Spring, it just seemed like Janis Joplin’s live version of Summertime with Big Brother & The Holding Company was the perfect music to serenade us as we enjoyed the freshness and lushness of life in Happy Hollow. Continue reading

When Springtime Comes Again

Spring in Happy Hollow. Oh how I long for thee!

As winter drags on, it’s always nice to have some images of reawakening and rebirth, to call forth the sense memories of the warmth, sunshine, bright colors, and fresh smells of Spring. To help the winter weary soul look forward with impatient anticipation to the glory of another May in Happy Hollow. Continue reading

Being Here

While walking with George, my too excited puppy, this morning as we crossed the creek, the big blue heron who often visits early to fish in the various ponds on the property and who was hiding unobserved behind the new spring leaves on the bushes along the water, suddenly lifted off and took off elegantly and gracefully into the sky. That is always a good omen and an exhilarating moment.

As I walk in the morning like that, I often regress deeply into childlike wonder and awareness. The words that escaped my lips at that moment were “Look, there goes Billy the Blue” and the big bird was christened after one of my dearest friends, a pilot who also shares those skies. Continue reading