how gently the breeze weaves through the garden at dawn roses in the air
~kat
This fellow’s name is Baldwin. He’s an ambassador squirrel who lives at the wildlife rescue nearby. Most of the critters at the rescue are rehabilitated and released back into the wild, But Baldwin’s injuries precluded him from being released. He’s a permanent resident and spends his days delighting school children and event-goers with his super-squirrelly abilities. His latest trick involves finding treats in the drawers of a tiny dresser. Needless to say Baldwin was a pro from the git-go! Good job little guy! You show us how it’s done!
Special thanks to my wife, Traci, who captured this video on her phone. She volunteers once a week at the rescue center.
shadows stretch softly through the trees heavy with leaves many shades of green
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when the sun returns after days of drenching rain we forget the grey
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I whispered a wish to the emptiness of night that stars might hear me tossed coins into still fountains hoping for more than ripples
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you might have noticed something is amiss these days check in with your heart
~kat
A few haiku and a tanka…streams of subconsciousness…a meandering sort of day. A little work, a little play. And the sun has finally made an appearance after days of heavy rain. The ground is damp…well, moist if you must know. And all seems peaceful and right in my little patch of green.
I had a conversation with a squirrel today. He very much likes the table I set for him. I didn’t mention that the feeders he’s feasting from are for the birds! I just smile and nod and tell him how happy I am he likes sunflower seeds.
Note to Self: I must tuck this feeling away for a rainy day…or the end of democracy…I am sure I’ll need this glimmer in my back pocket to get me through whatever comes next.
Much love, peace and glimmers to you.
~kat
And before I close, a snapshot of my little friend who agreed to pose for me. ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
A Noctuidae Sighting on Bramlett Mountain ~kat 2025
new moth
sheltered from the rain a moth perched under the eaves ‘twas a moist owlet!
~kat 😄
I discovered a new bug this evening. A moth actually. I was able to snap a photo so I could look it up. This particular moth comes on a variety of colors and I realized I have seen these before in brown. But this was the first black one I’ve seen.
It is a Noctuidae, its name of the type genus Noctua, which is the Latin name for little owl or commonly referred to as owlet. It also goes by the names, armyworm or cutworm because the larvae of this group can form destructive swarms that cut through the stems of plants.
Given my recent poem featuring the word “moist” I could not resist having a little fun with words. Not only did I learn about a new bug but I found the perfect opportunity to use this cringeworthy word again! Win-win. So now you know the rest of the story! haha
Much love, peace and moist glimmers to you! ~kat✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨
fresh from disaster recovery underway voices pierce the wind the air feels strange, heavy death stopped by to fetch a soul
dining at dusk
fat-bellied does flock grazing, with yearlings in tow spring fawns on the way
~kat
Two poems today. It was a strange evening after i signed off from work. My dog Gabby naps next to me most of the day, but the sound of my laptop shutting can rouse her from the deepest sleep. She knows it’s time for a walk around the property. I feed the crows. A few peanuts, toss a bucket full of feed corn to the deer and turkeys, and then tend the various feeders. Tonight was not routine. There were emergency vehicles on the road not far from my driveway. We live on a curve in the road. Someone likely took the curve woo quickly and rolled their car in a nearby pasture. There was an ambulance but no urgency. It is very likely that the passenger(s) did not survive. When death comes near, the air changes; at least for me it does. Such a sad end to the day.
And then came the birds and the deer to partake of the snacks I had left for them. The deer seemed particularly joyful. Running around, the young ones playing with each other. The doe are growing fat around the middle. Fawn season is a month or less away. I watched them for several minutes and picture them here. Seeing them was just what I needed…a reminder that life goes on, even in the aftermath of death. A glimmer…🥰
It’s not everyday that the extremes of life and death hover so closely. But it helped me to realize how important it is to find balance between the extremes. Let’s meet in the middle, shall we?!
“In a spiritual context, a chrysalis symbolizes a period of transformation, spiritual growth, and rebirth.”
The photos above are the before (left), after (right) and a combination of both (middle).
chrysalis
‘twas just yesterday the trees stood bare on the hills buds burst overnight and new life emerged, greening sweet scent of flowers wafting
cool breezes moan soft tossing fresh leaves as trees sway on the cusp of dusk
~kat
Today is the first day of May. Beltane Blessings to those who celebrate! Also this week I witnessed the annual transformation of the trees from bare limbs to tender green. It’s miraculous actually. Just as I wait eagerly for the return of the hummingbirds, I look forward to waking up one morning to shade, the trees bursting with life. The first flowers, songbirds, the song of peepers along the creek bed as night falls. The world rousing from slumber in a symphony of new life. It’s my favorite thing about this time of year. And I feel so blessed to be here for one more spring.
May your days be filled with sweetness, good health and joy! Much love, peace and glimmers to you!
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