Even a wounded world is feeding us.
Even a wounded world holds us,
giving us moments of wonder and joy.
I choose joy over despair, not because
I have my head in the sand, but because
joy is what the earth gives me daily
and I must return the gift.
- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label birds. Show all posts
Thursday, January 18, 2024
junco
Tuesday, May 16, 2023
reflections of light
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| columbine |
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| azalea |
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| a different azalea |
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| a third azalea |
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| last season's crimson clover beginning to bloom |
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| five days later |
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| trumpet honeysuckle i trained to the fence |
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| daisy fleabane |
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| crimson clover |
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| tiny trumpet honeysuckle |
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| male (chipping?) sparrow is the new squatter in the wren house |
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| american goldfinches |
Tuesday, March 7, 2023
Saturday, March 4, 2023
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