Sunday, March 31, 2013

Trees Bear A Closer Look

Our little road in the country
Last week another change altered the view that has remained the same for 22 years of living on a forsaken country road. The county has decided to improve our street, so in anticipation, they've planted these colorful signs announcing the changes we can expect over the upcoming months. They actually sent us a letter to announce the road improvements, which was nice to know.

Another routine venture into town turned into a chance to view strange and creative yard art during the voyage.

Heading into town, we made it through the treacherous construction zone that has recently transformed our little two lane highway into a dust bowl and headed into North Plano where our accountant's office is located. Yep, here it is the end of March and we finally gathered up all the forms and documentation for him to file our 2012 taxes. After all, there are still a couple of weeks left until the deadline...


On the way I happened to look over and spotted this unusual sculpture that someone has created in their yard.

It is a bear carved out of a tree trunk!

I had to get a closer look and so when our task was done we circled back and took these pictures.


What a fabulous idea. I'll have to go back to see if they paint any more detail.


Thursday, March 21, 2013

What a Difference a Day Makes

Days go along like a flowing stream for a while, until around the bend, they come across a boulder in the stream. And the traveler must make the decision of which way to go around the huge obstruction that parts the water in two. So they choose to leave the well traveled path for new adventures and other avenues branching out from the stream.

When a popular writer recently left the HubPages site, it affected me more deeply than I ever imagined. Possibly because I had never imagined it. I thought things would continue to flow just like they had and did for the past couple of years. Then, out of nowhere, things change.

And that is the way it is with life. Just when we think we have figured out the answers, they, those notorious "they" change the questions.

I'll miss my friend, Mckbirdbks, and his fantastic creation, the Emerald Wells Cafe, where I shared many virtual meals with friends. More than that, I'll miss the ongoing friendship and travails we all shared through our pens on the comments stream of that important dialogue. It was more than a story, it was a saga of our shared lives.

And to the host who responded individually to each and every visitor, to make them feel welcomed and glad they came, I'll hope there are happy trails ahead in the word. I'm hoping a new Emerald Wells Cafe blog will rise up to take the place of what we have lost on the ever so fickle HubPages. I want to be the first to follow that blog.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Spring is in the Air

Bradford Pear Tree
This is the first year the Bradford Pear trees have flowered since they have been planted in my yard. I've wondered over the past few years why they haven't bloomed like the ones I see lining the driveways of the neighboring houses. They are truly beautiful and bring the promise of spring, just around the corner.


The warm temperatures tempted me to pick up a few annuals at the Home Depot where I returned some unneeded things and received a gift card in exchange.

Had to go ahead and pick up these lovelies and get them in the containers on my porch which were so lonely with last year's leftover lifeless twigs.

The first robins have begun to feed in the back yard. One year I counted over thirty five of them all within the fenced area for the dogs. My shy Cardinal can be heard chirping his distinctive call and drinking from the water dish perched on the roll of garden fencing. I'm hoping he'll get within range and let me take a closer look at his gorgeous red plumage.

The recent rain has already brought a tinge of green to the brown grass of winter. It won't be long before the hum of lawn mowers will be cutting a trail in the new growth.

What a gorgeous time of the year - spring.

A glorious renewal of life and color, shedding the drab, sad colorless past and beginning anew.

We thank Thee oh Lord
For these Thy gifts
And more because
Of Jesus' love.
Let manna to our souls be given,
The bread of life sent down from Heav'n.

©  A song by PegCole from a prayer of Rev. James Armstrong