Monday, January 25, 2016

All Of This

Chickens and cats and shadows and light and rivers and ribbons and splashes of light and ponds and puddles and pools of light and hen songs as they scratch in rusty leaves for tender shoots and delicious bugs and tinkle bell of cat at she runs to sit in beams of light, her orange fur magnificent in it and she knows it and it feels good too.

A Monday morning and here we are and another day on this planet of light and dark, of soil and water, of green and blue and all of the colors we can see and all of the colors we can't and the chit-chit-chit of the cardinal at the feeder, the sweet mockingbird song, the highway song of trucks passing like a different sort of river, the all of it, sometimes too much to bear, almost, and I am off to see grandchildren and children on this sweet cold day.

May you be well.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Mm, lovely. And while I was waiting for your post to load, I was looking at the camelias in your header photo and thinking how they look like Russian dancer flowers, like something from Fantasia. The words matched just nicely.

  2. jo(e)- Thank you. It was a lovely morning here.

    Jo- I love my camellias so much. And they are real as can be.


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