This little rabbit has a hurt paw, so he has come to Amie because he knows she will heal it. Many Faeries are friends to the animals and will help them when they need it, but Amie is well known as a superior healer. I'm sure she'll have him healed and happy in no time at all!
They're blooming all over here. Some put out leaves and buds too early and have no blooms, just new leaves coming out. Some, like the one above managed to save a few blooms.
Others, like this one, and the one below, did pretty well considering what a crazy Spring we've had.
The air is wonderfully scented with lilacs.
I wish they would last longer, but I'm very grateful that I have them. They won't grow down in the valley where my sister lives, so I take huge bouquets to her every spring. Funny...I won't cut them for myself to be in my house but I can justify cutting them for her since she doesn't have any. Ah well, I suppose we all have our little quirks.
This is a Steller's Jay. I love their beautiful blue colors; unfortunately I can't say the same for their voice. They have a harsh sounding caw most of the time, but sometimes they do make quiet little whortling, churring, and squeaking sounds. They only make these sounds when they're by themselves, so I suppose they're talking to themselves. They're great imitators. This one (I don't know if it is a male or female since, unlike most bird species, they both look the same) always imitates the sound of a hawk when it comes to the feeders. Of course all the other birds flee and it has the feeders all to itself. Clever bird!
The greatest achievement was at first, and for a time, a dream.
The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg,
And in the highest vision of the soul,
A waking angel stirs.
Dreams are the seedlings of realities. ~ James Allen
Art by Gillian Gamble Illustrations and Photography
The best kind! I haven't seen Mr. Darcy, one of the feral cats, since October of 2010 and I had guessed that he had passed away. But he showed up this afternoon, sitting in his 'asking for food' spot and giving me his 'well, I'm here and I'm hungry, hurry up' look! When I called to him, he came, meowing, and sat down about two feet from me, which was exactly the way Mr. Darcy would do. I couldn't really believe it was really the same kitty until I got back in the house and compared this cat's appearance to a photo of Mr. Darcy (the one above, taken in 2008). He has the exact same notches in his ear, the same large orange freckle on the left side of his nose, and the same orange band around the top of his left leg. The only thing that had changed was the size of the two large ...er... round things on his bottom. They have shrunk considerably, so I'm guessing that someone finally managed to catch him and have him neutered. I wish he could talk! He didn't look thin, in fact he looked like someone has been taking good care of him, which made me even more ecstatic. What a happy day!
I just finished this commission for a client who is also a good friend. She showed me a picture of the style of painting she wanted. This is not normally the style I paint in, but she likes it, so I said I would design something. Then she said she wanted me to paint it on her antique butter churn. I said, "Annie, you can't be serious. That must be over...well, I don't know how many years, but I don't think I can deface it, even if you are going to call it 'art.' " As you can see from the photo, she's very persuasive. Most importantly, she loves it. But, I still feel guilty. I feel like I sealed all its stories under layers of paint. I feel like I committed vandalism. If it had been anyone else but Annie, I would have declined the commission. But, she loves it. I just keep repeating that to myself...
The tree which moves some to tears of joy,
Is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way.
Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.
But to the eyes of the human of imagination,
Nature is Imagination itself. ~~ William Blake, 1799, The Letters
My apologies Mr. Blake; I changed 'man' to 'human'. Perhaps you meant it to be all inclusive, but then again, perhaps not, considering the time in which you lived.
Why is it SO hard, even in these supposedly enlightened times, for so many people to add the two simple letters 'hu' to the front of the word 'man' when they are speaking of the human race?
I had a terrible time getting a photo of tonight's moon. I wanted a photo of it rising over the lake, barely clearing the trees, but I foolishly listened to the scientists about the time she would make her arrival. When I got down to the lake, she was well above the trees.
My camera was behaving very badly, too. It would do ok in the close-ups, but I could NOT get it to focus when I tried to get the moon and her path on the water. I had my DSLR with me, but I didn't have the tripod with me, and it's just too heavy for me to hold and get any kind of a decent shot.
The Grosbeaks are back, so maybe Spring is here to stay for a bit. That's a little female in the photo above and below. They're slightly smaller than the males and more of a peach color than an orange color.
A male Grosbeak letting me know he's keeping an eye on me. The two pictures below are also of male Grosbeaks.
The last few days have been wonderful 'Spring Cloud' days, foggy and drizzling lightly. I, along with everyone else up here, am hoping that we have a very wet, long Spring. It certainly would help lower the danger of forest fires.
And some other Wildings, big and little, who kindly share their forest with me:
Miss Sunni, a Grey Squirrel
"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." Ralph Waldo Emerson
A Mountain Lion
A Black Bear
A Young Steller's Jay
Common to high altitude forests all over the west
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Our task must be to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. ~~ Albert Einstein
June Is Adopt a Cat Month
But, there are always strays who need a loving home - so don't shop, ADOPT! Click the photo for helpful tips on adopting.
If they breathe, they live. If they live, they feel. If they feel, they love. If they love, they are aware. If they are aware, they have a soul. ~ Williams
I love cats because I enjoy my home and, little by little, they become its visible soul. Jean Cocteau
Courage, dear heart ~ C.S. Lewis
I think we are bound to, and by, Nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought we know our fate is tied to the world around us. ~~ Alice Hoffman
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
A person who collects or is fond of books. Also, a person who immediately feels safe, happy, even euphoric, when holding a favorite book.
Where there is tea there is hope - Pinero
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Boulder Bay, Big Bear Lake
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Lake Gregory, Crestline
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Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. ~ John Muir, from "The California Mountains"
A Favorite Quote
"I don't want life to imitate art; I want life to BE art." Carrie Fisher
I live in a little cottage with my furry "children" in a beautiful mountain forest where we enjoy daily visits from the little wild creatures. I love animals (you probably guessed), books, photography, tall trees, clear lakes, rain, snow, tea, the moon, and creating all kinds of art.