Bridgie!
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Looking Up One Day
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. John Muir
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Monday, February 25, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
~ Rumi ~
Monday, February 18, 2013
Birds in the Backyard, Listen
No, we have been as usual asking the
wrong question. It does not matter a hoot what the mockingbird on the chimney[deck] is singing. The real and proper question is: Why is it beautiful?
--Annie
Dillard
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
Friday, February 08, 2013
Thursday, February 07, 2013
Love Thursday
Mother-Daughter Bonding in our fur-trimmed hoods, Feb. 2013
A little Father-Daughter bonding, too.
Wednesday, February 06, 2013
Senior Pix, Winter Style
We went for a hike on Sunday to Yankee Springs and took the opportunity to make a couple more senior pix of Bridget.
Fun.
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
Snow Dump
After the big snow Friday, John blew us out of here. I went for a walk later and found some snow scenes.
Monday, February 04, 2013
Homecoming
Bridget went to South Christian's Homecoming this past Saturday night. Before the dance, one of her friend's parents had them over for a steak dinner and I took these photos there beforehand. What nice kids they all were, said the mother!
Here are the sweet girls...
