Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday Sunsets

Lake Gregory, San Bernardino Mountains, Southern California, taken in July of 2003

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Meet Miss Gloria

This is little Miss Gloria sitting beside her big brother Georgie.  I named her for Gena Rowlands' character in the movie 'Gloria.'  (Forget about the remake with Sharon Stone, it's horrible).  Gena Rowlands' Gloria is strong, feisty, brave and doesn't take any crap from anybody...just like my Gloria.

She's soooo tiny!  A couple of weeks ago, two demons masquerading as sweet little girls talked me into taking her.  I was planning on placing her with a friend but they had just adopted a kitten two days earlier.  So, I'm her Mom now and that officially puts me in 'the crazy cat lady' league.

Merlin loves her and she loves Merlin.  Malcolm (not in this photo) has yet to warm up to her.

She loves to play with these faux flowers and anything else in the house she can get her darling little destructive paws on.

"No, I will not leave them alone, Mama!  I can't resist them."

"Well, maybe just for a minute, because...

What is that thing you have in your hands? 

And, why is it pointed at me?  Oh, to take my picture?
Well, okay then, I'm going back to playing with MY flowers." 
(Blogger, just so you know, I hate it when you mess up the spacing in my posts)!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Mr. Brushstrokes Raven

He took this photo from a distance of about 700 feet or more: the tree was at the top of a ridge, he was at the bottom.  I think it was an amazing capture!  He calls it "a happy accident."  (Please be sure to left click to enlarge it, the size here doesn't do the photo justice).

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

Mr. Murphy's Wildness

"He will kill mice and he will be kind to babies when he is in the house, just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard.  But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that Walks by Himself, and all places are alike to him.  Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone."  Rudyard Kipling

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sunday Sunlight

Taken October 14, 2011.  This is one of the things I love best about living in a forest; how the sunlight seeks out openings to trickle down through, picking and choosing which areas will be the stars...even if just for a few fleeting minutes.

Friday, September 21, 2012

The Last Evening of Summer

These lovely clouds were floating about today, but not a drop of rain did they share.  The setting sun painted them in spectacular colors as the birds sang their evening 'good-night' songs.

Though it doesn't feel all that much like autumn here yet, there are reminders that summer is making her departure, albeit very reluctantly.  The birds of summer, the Grosbeaks, Rufus Sided Towhees, and Bullocks Orioles,  have been gone for several weeks, leaving the forest to the birds that live here year round: Steller's Jays, Chickadees, Rosy Finches, Acorn and Gilded Flicker woodpeckers, Red Breasted and White Breasted Nuthatches, Juncos and Ravens.  It's been a bit cooler, especially at night, and some of the leaves are starting to turn colors.

This has been the warmest summer we've ever experienced, and I'm not one bit sorry to see her leave.  I just wish she'd hurry up!

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Something to Consider

"How beautifully the leaves grow old.  How full of light and color are their last days."  John Burroughs

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Sunday Sunsets

Taken November 8, 2008.  The sun was behind me, obviously, and I liked the way it painted everything with a warm golden light.

Saturday, September 15, 2012


It occurred to me today as I was watching yellow leaves being blown from the trees by the wind, that I also am in the Autumn of my life.  Time is no longer my friend, no longer 'on my side' as Mick Jagger sang.  I can't say I'm in middle age anymore...who lives to be 124?  Who would want to?  It would be horrible to outlive one's family and friends. 

My dearest friend and neighbor has also made a change.  No longer is she just down the lane and around the corner from me as she has been since 1978.  A few months ago she retired and has now, at her son's insistence, moved to Oregon to be close to him.  It makes sense.  He is her only family and I know he is much easier in his mind having her close. After she called me today to let me know she and her animals had arrived at their new home safely I walked over to her house, as I have done countless times before.  It felt very strange to look at her house and know she is no longer there.  Of course, we'll talk often on the phone, but that's a poor substitute, at best, for having a dear friend actually being close by and IN your daily life.  Still, it's better than nothing. 

If growing up is a process of accumulating, growing old is a process of letting go...and, sometimes, that's really hard.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Faeries Friday - Wonderful Whimsey

I found this charming painting on Pinterest and I couldn't resist sharing it.  I don't know who the artist is; if you do, please let me know.  This painting is so full of imagination and wonderful whimsey, I just love it.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Malcom and Merlin

This is Malcolm on the left (he's grown quite a bit since his last appearance on here) and that's his brother, Merlin, on the right.  It's nearly impossible to get a photo of Merlin because as soon as he spots my camera he's gone. All I get are shots of the amazing invisible cat (if you have a cat, I bet you know what I mean). He was just waking up here; a split second later he was dashing up the stairs.  But, this time I was fast enough...ha, ha, gotcha Merlin!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Fleeting, But Eternal

"When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world."  John Muir

Monday, September 10, 2012

Second Spring

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."  Albert Camus

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


This isn't a current picture; I took it in November of 2010.  I'm soooooo impatient for the autumn colors to arrive, but I'm afraid that this year they might not be so great.  Two of the dogwood trees on my property have many leaves that are just turning brown and dropping off!  I hope all the deciduous trees don't behave like these two trees.  It's just been too darn hot up here, although today we did get a little rain.  I'm crossing my fingers and hoping we get a lot more rain, we need it.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Sunday Sunsets

Taken in early November of 2009 from Highway 18 (Rim of the World Highway). 

Saturday, September 1, 2012

So Long, August, Welcome September!

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace, as I have seen in one autumnal face."  from Elegy IX by John Donne 

Of course, it's not officially Autumn yet; I believe the first official day is the Autumn Equinox.  But, it is starting to feel like Autumn.  I suppose we'll have to suffer through a couple more heat waves here in the Southern California mountains.  I can remember going back to school (back then school started the first week after Labor Day) and desperately wanting to wear my new school clothes.  Beautiful plaid skirts in so many colors, gorgeous matching sweaters, luscious new boots...all called out their siren songs from my closet.  I would usually succumb on the first day of school, as would many of my friends.  But, after spending that one day wondering if we had somehow descended into the lower regions of Hades, we would quickly, albeit sadly, dress in our old, cooler clothing until the temperature became more accommodating. 

This time of year always brings such nostalgia with it.  I always, in September, feel the need to buy reams of new paper, boxes of new pencils, new notebooks; none of which I need, but still... 

September also brings a longing for faces not seen in many years, for the music our laughter made.  Sometimes, on a September evening when the wind is right, I can hear the faint echoes of that carefree laughter drifting by on the breeze. 

Ah, September...
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