Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

Let's see:  Consulting my Field Guide for the Metropolitan Area: how to identify trees,  clearly our tree is in Group 12:  "Leaves alternately arranged, compound".  Definitely, our tree has arranged its leaves perfectly! Dark Grey Bark:  "Scaly and fissured".  I mean, our tree is still young!  But it is fissured, as we can see from the tomato leaning against it!  There you go!

Rain, rain, rain. Malaise is nibbling at my fingers. It’s been fall for days now, but not a single leaf is falling. Night is falling early that’s for sure, But why no red and gold? I don’t care, really; what difference does it make? My mood has mesmerized the evening. I know it passes; all things do, but why not let us keep the candied moments? I need a summer full of ribbon grass and blue. I’d like to put a footprint in a new dimension, I’d like to empty out its time and space and plant fall promises. I’d like a little color. Would you like to share the yellow with a side of mottled green? We’ll take some fresh ground red, and could you hold the misty peach? For desert, we’ll split the rosy layer iced with burnt sienna. Cerulean to drink, I think, and don’t forget the henna.

Twiddle die twiddle dum twiddle dee I’m so happy to be A harvesting bee It’s so good to be me To be joyful and free With blossoms to sip on And pollen to nip on The sun at my back A full pollen sack There's no place that I'd rather be.

The calm rhythm of a windless rain brings shelter for our growing twins.   

Rain, rain, rain. Malaise is nibbling at my fingers. I know it passes; all things do, but why not let us keep the candied moments? I need a summer full of ribbon grass and blue.      I’d like to put a footprint in a new dimension, I’d like to empty out its time and space and plant fall promises. I’d like a little color. Would you like to share the yellow with a side of mottled green? We’ll take some fresh ground red, and could you hold the misty peach? For desert, we’ll split the rosy layer iced with burnt sienna. Cerulean to drink, I think, and don’t forget the henna. A Second Magic Tree Reveals Itself 

I barely escaped with my life! It was an innocent evening of surfing, when lo!  My domain was hijacked by GoDaddy.com, and there I was  in the horrific clutches of the help forums!   Trapped, was I, within Vague Shapes and eerie Inscrutable Abbreviations.  The landscape, haunted by bad jumpy music site after site, was interrupted only by promising threats like "your call will be answered in the order it was received..."   Fearing the worst and dodging the deadly searching tracker-phaser, I ran towards the nearest spiral of barbed wire.  Clawing, I threaded my way back through the enemy URLs to my happy home here at DiscoveringMeaningInLife.    More amazing still, I have returned with the only known  photograph of the terrain  and the pulsing, punishing Tracker-Phaser bolt!  Do not be deceived by the pale colors and apparent serenety.  It's a trick!  Blogger Help Forum Hell (O nly photograph in known world)

Balto the Heroic Sled Dog Dedicated to the indomitable spirit of the sled dogs that relayed antitoxin six hundred miles over rough ice, across treacherous waters, through Arctic blizzards from Nenana to the relief of stricken Nome in the Winter of 1925. Endurance · Fidelity · Intelligence