What are you looking for?
- Being a Teacher (34)
- Blogging/Writing (28)
- Food Glorious Food (57)
- Fur Friday (8)
- Furry Feet (and fish) (47)
- Little Feet (200)
- Muffin Top Madness (5)
- My WordPress Therapy Couch (12)
- On Becoming a Teacher (17)
- Random Thoughts (112)
- Simple Sunday (215)
- Sniffles & Seizures (23)
- The Great Outdoors (44)
- The Virus (17)
Tag Archives: Nature
I grew up on an island in Washington state, my hometown surrounded first by farmland and next by the sea. I have moved, two times now, to Phoenix, Arizona a city surrounded first by sunshine and next by the desert. … Continue reading
I planted this succulent in a Saguaro boot over a year ago and have watered it sparingly. I have no idea if the recent sprouting of the tendril is a good thing or not, but it is quite pretty. The … Continue reading
Under a bush, an imprint in the rocks lined with little bits and bobbles discarded by nature, new life emerges. Feather fluff of quail and empty shells remains.
Beneath us a persistence, a resilience, an unwavering need to grow, move forward, live. And from that pulse, sprout over root, leaf over sprout, climbing up and out, there is strength and beauty.
A couple weeks ago we got out of town and went in search of nature. The pups were excited to be invited along, squeezing out of the house as we loaded up the car, happy to wait in the back … Continue reading
Yesterday we harvested the celery from our garden. Ever the one to research and be informed, the boys and I watched this video. It made the whole process seem so simple that to call it a process seemed silly. What … Continue reading
Front yard, backyard. Pictures from within our safe space. Why is it that “front yard” is two words, but “backyard” is one? I find it rather bothersome.
Eighty degrees on a Sunday morning. Husband is gone on his yearly trip to the Reno air races. The boys and I head off to the Desert Botanical Gardens, (admittedly, there was some grumbling for they wanted the Science Center … Continue reading
Some people display pretty rocks and shells in a cute dish in their bathroom. We are not some people. We are someday people. These rocks and shells were lovingly collected and put in a Ziploc bag by the boys the … Continue reading