Mom

Mom stayed with me for a couple of days...

It was good to have her all to myself and just take care of her a bit.

The Hills are Alive

I've been having technical difficulties posting to my blog; my pictures weren't showing up and I was getting frustrated, so Lauren (my writerly daughter) said "mom, just write!"   So here I am, just writing.  I'm sitting in the sun room, watching the day begin.  We have so many birds here... swallows, finches, robins, warblers, bluebirds and they are busily going about their bird business and calling out to each other. If you listen carefully, you can hear all the different calls, like listening to dozens of voices speaking in their own languages.  In the distance, I can see the horses over in the neighbour's paddock and every now and then one of them gives out a whinny.   Charlie, the neighbour's dog just let out a good morning woof and Hogan is answering rather loudly.  The Hockley hills are echoing with the sounds of communicatin' !  Add to that the soft clacking of my fingers on the keyboard as I tap out this little message... I can imagine all of us calling out in our own little ways to each other...

Good morning from our back deck