I have been meaning to post something for months. As I logged in tonight, I realized that it has been exactly a year since my last post. I know a lot of my mental block has been the loss of…
About three weeks ago, I lost my mother. She had diminishing health over the last few year, but it was still a surprise. No matter when or where it would have happened I know I would not have been ready. It is a major loss in my life.
A few years ago, a friend told me about Charles de Foucauld. At that time he was considered “blessed” in the Catholic Church because of the life he lived and the fact that he was martyred for the faith.
This spring my kids have noticed we have our very own yard snake. This little Eastern garter snake seems to live under the stumps in our yard. It peeks its little head out from beneath the stumps to see what we are doing when we are near the area, but not “too close.”
Last time I posted something it was early fall. Now it is a New Year, and my whole family has the day off, and we are watching cardinals in a snowstorm.
It has been warm lately, but the waterfowl seem to think we are moving into an early fall. The Canada geese and the Mallards are starting flock together. Maybe this is the time of years they always start flocking together, but it still feels early.
Shortly after writing about how I almost never see gulls in my neighborhood, we went on a walk across the street and found a field full of gulls. It has been a very wet summer in Michigan. This has caused the soccer and football fields a crossed the street to flood. Apparently the gulls have found a feast in this new marshy land.
A few years ago I started making handmade rosaries. I like to think I make really nice ones, but some turn out better than others.
The dragonflies are starting to thin out a little. We found a male Common Whitetail Skimmer on a log.
If you had told me as a kid in northern Michigan, that one day I would miss seeing gulls, I would have told you that you were crazy. Growing up on a farm just inland from Lake Huron, I can remember my Father plowing a field, and Gulls being so thick that it looked like they sprung from the ground. We mainly had Ring-billed gulls, and Herring gulls, but it was not unknown to see other species too.
