WEARY WINGS IN MY GARDEN

My garden is the one place where I can go and feel safe, secure and happy. It gives me  great pleasure to look out and see that my feathered friends feel the same and gather for refuge and shelter on a stormy day.

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“The smaller the animal the greater the spirit”.. Susan Kassem

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ORANGE MOON SHADOWS

“I feel a little dizzy….but also wonderfully elated. I feel that I am on the verge of finding a rhyme for the word orange.”…

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“In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.” 
― Jim Davis

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HUMMINGBIRDS ARE FREE

Drenching the air with a fruity scent, my butterfly bush’s flower spikes are an irresistible lure to butterflies and hummingbirds all summer long…Legends say that hummingbirds float free of time, carrying out hopes for love, joy and celebration. My garden is full.

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“Above the flower bed. Over the lawn …
A flashing dip and it is gone.
And all it lends to the eye is this —
A sunbeam giving the air a kiss”…Harry Kemp

 

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WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO?

 

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Having  a rescue parrot for many years along with two baby monkeys who had lost their parents sometimes led for a challenging environment while living in the Caribbean.  They were eventually placed in a wild life sanctuary where I like to think they are still enjoying their lives with freedom.

When I was asked recently if I would like to home a baby parrot my first reaction was an adamant “NO”… I know the intensive care, attention and love they require.  Most people do not understand that parrots are inherently wild and it can be rather heart breaking to see them look longingly out a window dreaming about flying above the tree tops. Also the companion parrot has joined the ranks as one of the most discarded and homeless pets in North America. They are likely the most complex and most misunderstood of all popular animals kept as pets…they are highly intelligent, hypersensitive emotionally and physically …. they usually don’t mesh well in people’s homes.

So saying all that ..my heart eventually melted and I relented when owners were leaving and desperate for a home for their baby conure. I know I can care for it well, understand parrots to a certain degree and I have a companion for the next twenty years.. the projected lifespan of a conure. What a romance!

The nostalgia I felt the first couple of weeks with my new companion was rather over whelming remembering my relationship with my previous rescue animals and deceased partner who loved them as much as I did. But here I am with my little Romeo..I couldn’t resist to call him that and he is turning out to be the love of my life.. he already says kiss kiss and hops on my shoulder and away we go.. I am ready for another adventure in my life.

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“She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot”… Mark Twain

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NO TIME TO GRIEVE FOR ROSES

 

It’s hard to explain how it feels when you are used to having roses all around you and suddenly you no longer have the pleasure of having a garden full of them, casting their beautiful shadow of radiance all around. This summer I can say that once again my world smells of roses. It’s been a long and windy road to get here…The red ones especially seem to pick up an eerie glow tonight from our smoky skies and sun, it reminds me that our forests are on fire and there is no time to grieve for roses.

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“It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses, and apologized to no one.”
― Alan Moore

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TINY WING BALLET

Wings are of many kinds. Butterfly’s wings, vulture’s wings, eagle-wings, spread wings of white swans, dragonfly’s serene wings, wings of albatross, lovely wings of humming birds, tiny wings of a fly or a bumble-bee-wings; and when they fly, they fly their best according to their ability of flying. We should not underestimate the size of those heavenly wings….

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“may my faith always be
at the end of the day

like a hummingbird…returning
to its favorite flower.” 
-Sanober Khan

 

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GARDEN AT DUSK

A dragonfly circles above me, a creature of the wind. Its iridescent wings so incredibly sensitive to the slightest breeze…it flutters, dives and lands. It lives such a short life, it knows it must live to the fullest with what time it has and I am happy it has graced my garden for a brief time this evening.

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Perched on the pines the hummingbirds sing. This is joy as the last of the sunlight warms my face.

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“Evenings and mornings represent “the gates” to your inner universe. Taking care of how you enter and exit these “gates” is your primary responsibility; do not give away this power. Once you master it, life will never be the same again.” ..Stan Jacobs

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