No fear CoCo, but here is a beautiful thing in my yard. It's rather an amazing specimen IMHO.
The Natural Beauty of Your Neighborhood
by compound complex 293 Replies latest jw friends
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Priest73
No fear CoCo, but here is a beautiful thing in my yard. It's rather an amazing specimen IMHO.
Very Georgia O'Keeffe
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beksbks
I can't help myself Padre
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beksbks
Experimenting
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compound complex
Dear Beks:
Absolutely gorgeous ... thanks for sharing your natural beauty with us!
I have finished a biography about an American writer who was influenced by the beauty of his surroundings. As a long-time tenant, he wanted the physical and aesthetic advantages of the landscapes he inhabited without the responsibility of ownership.
We can thus enjoy cyberly what beks has cultivated ...
Thank you!
CoCo
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Heaven
Today is a lovely sunny day in my neck of the woods. The Goldfinches are chasing each other around in the air, the Robins are in the yard, and the little red squirrel zooms past on the tops of the fences. I don't have any flowers out this year as I believe I won't be home much. I just spent part of the day cutting the grass, pulling weeds, and spreading composted sheep manure on the front lawn and around the tree in the boulevard.
I already miss these flowers -- the Trilliums were quite abundant and very lovely this year. I see them in the forests on my drive into work. They are the provincial flower of Ontario and come out in May:
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beksbks
Beautiful Heaven! Reminds me of Dogwood.
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donny
I like where I am at as well. It's a big enough town to have the things that I need/want without having to go to the big city, and yet I can be in the country in about a 15 minute jog in any direction from where I live.
Don
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compound complex
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Thanks Priest, Heaven, Donny and Beks.
The above is my view, but from a different angle.
Mount CoCo
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chickpea
i was terribly distracted on the customary
evening walk with the dogs; the girlz i call themwe were walking on the southern edge of the town
less than a quarter mile off the lake shore, still on the
gravel road that is separated by a ditch from the walking
trail.... a project the town devised to utilize the long
disused railroad bed that once was an economic lifelinethere was a loud, short crashing sound just to the right!
i couldn't see beyond the weeds
both dogs were highly attentive and focused...i tugged their leashes and cajoled: come on, girlz..
it's just a deer..... altho i knew barely in the back of my
distracted thinking that that had by no means been a deer...
too accustomed am i, are we, to their more delicate and
graceful threading of the brush to make so much clumsy noisewe walked to the end of the road, encountering a young lad
who had escaped the crowd at the little league game i could hear
to the north of the road, the occasional "ping" of the metal bat
and the cheers of the obligatory attendees forging summertime
memories for a new generation of children and parentsbecause i have "gone all dog whisperer on their asses"
the girlz walk smartly beside me, half a pace behind in
deference to my status as their pack leader...
we cruise past the young man, to whom i toss a
fairly safe query "so, what grade are you in?" his response
of "sixth grade" has me commenting how cool it is to be
headed to middle school and then we pass him easily with
brisk pace and steady cadence...finally! i could access the crushed limestone path thru the brush to the
shade and cooler air to finish off the "pack movement" that
was necessary for taking care of those necessary things...
a niggling buzz, nearly subliminal, in the back of my mind issued
a call to caution, so i reached into my pocket, retrieved my keys
and dangled them from a finger so they rattled against the handle
of the retractable leash in my hand..... often i walk on wooded
trails and clip a small brass bell to a belt loop, notifying all the wildlife
that humans and domestic canines are in da house.... too bad
it was safely settled in the ashtray, keeping miscellaneous coins companynot one minute later, rounding a deep curve on the trail
there, smack in the middle of the trail, was a black bear
facing us dead on.... in retrospect, using the height of the
trailside flora as a guide, i determined his shoulder was
at about the height of my hip... gulp!all parties were stock still, the girlz frozen in place
at my side and absolutely riveted in rapt attention...
the bear, with nearly golden eyes, looked us up and down...
my mind was rapidly conjuring and discarding possible
scenarios when the best of all possible things happened...the bear ambled off the trail into the woods...
i urged the dogs across the ditch to the open road
and walked in the direction that led uptrail as i knew
that lad had followed us .... and sure enough his
yellow shirt appeared thru the shadows and i called out to him:
hey lad, get off the trail... there is a bear just up ahead...scurry barely describes his abandonment of the trail,
but suffice it to say, he was on his way back to the game
with no further exchange between us....walking the far side of the road past the point of encounter
i looked as deeply into the trees as i could, not really expecting
to see the bear again.... i congratulated the girlz on their behavior,
sighed deeply, and finished the walk without another reminder
to my companions to stay behind me....
