Wordless Wednesday down at the lake… All photographs taken by me at Lake Pine, Apex NC. June 2017. Please enjoy, visit, support, and care for our local, county, state, and national parks.
It is not enough to be busy. So are the ants. The question is: What are we busy about? ~Henry David Thoreau I watch the ants as they speed around a small area of my garden. I’m amazed at how quickly they dart about. I watch as they push through the clay and move it … More The Business of Busyness
It is almost June. Which means, it is almost summer. I can hardly believe it. Is it just me or does time speed up as one’s age approaches the half-century mark? As I don’t hold a traditional M-F job right now, I don’t measure time by the passing of weekdays into weekends. I’m more likely … More Better Late(ish) Than Never: My Garden in Spring
The All of This Morning sun shines shadows on wood and earth/ water tricklings song of bird echoes and blend with the green enveloping me/ all of this and the all of this/ reminding me over and over that paradise is where I am. ~cheryl capaldo traylor My garden pond May 2017. After a … More The All of This
Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. ~Mary Oliver This is exactly what I aspire to do on my daily walks and here on my blog. How do you define living a life? Remember, it’s not just exhaling and inhaling. Nor is it merely surviving. Those things are necessary, of … More The Instructions
It is Sunday morning. Time to rest, renew, and replenish ourselves for the week ahead. Here in North Carolina, a steady rainfall is cleansing the earth of the thick yellow pollen that has covered everything for the past several weeks. I love these rainy, cool, quiet Sundays. There’s something about listen to the raindrops fall … More Another Sunday Morning
Of all the flowers in my garden, these sweet bluets (Houstonia caerulea) rank way up on my favorites list. There’s a reason for this simple spring ephemeral’s prominent place in my garden and heart. When my youngest daughter was about seven years old, she went down to the little stream by our house and dug … More Bluets: The Things That Aren’t Things
Bleeding Heart: Lamprocapnos spectablis (formerly known as Dicentra spectablis) My garden, 2017 It is Spring! Finally. The dreamwork of Winter is over and we move into the active work of sowing the seeds that we have pondered and planned the last four months. The gardens in our minds, between the pages of a book, the … More Bleeding Hearts: Of Spring and Simple Things
White Ipheion uniflorum in my North Carolina garden. It’s a quiet Sunday morning and I’m going to keep it that way. No words from me, but I’m going to share one of my favorite Mary Oliver poems: Why I Wake Early. Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it … More This Sunday Morning
A few weeks ago we were walking past our neighborhood lake and saw two Great Blue Herons performing quite an elaborate dance. We stopped to watch, not completely sure what was happening. They flew in low circles around each other, flapping their long stretched-out wings. First one rising, then the other. Each time they … More Dance of the Great Blue Herons (or something like that!)
Giving Voice to My Astonishment 
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