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I have been observing with interest a rock formation that has been developing in my garden for the past week. It would seem that today it is perhaps complete as it now forms a full circle. The stones from my garden seem to be too big for a squirrel to manipulate so perhaps a raccoon?  But then why has it taken him so long to finish and I wonder does this day have some significance. I remind myself that most of the things that happen in this world aren’t signs. They happen because they happen, and their only real significance lies in normal cause and effect.

So here I am at the beginning of my wonderment this New Year’s Eve thinking that the circle symbol meaning is universal – it represents the infinite nature of energy and the symbol of the universe. How fortunate am I that my garden once more revealed its puzzle pieces to provide a bigger picture of my view of nature in my backyard.

Copyright Es-tee Miller

“Each New Year, we have before us a brand new book containing 365 blank pages. Let us fill them with all the forgotten things from last year—the words we forgot to say, the love we forgot to show, and the charity we forgot to offer.”

― Peggy Toney Horton

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My aunt Adelaide sent along this poem today and I thought I would share her words of wisdom… a true love story. She is 89 years old.

I used to think it will be fun

When all my work on earth is done.

I did not realize that I 

Do not want to just live and die.


I like to leave a mark

It would be nice

To leave a spark

A spice of life.


My life held both

The long years through

I made an oath

To my partner true.


Every year we spent together

The lessons learned would last forever.

Now when I look back over all those years

I didn’t keep track of our 

heart break and fears.


Life seasons are chapters

In the book of our years.

Some pages are wrinkled with laughter

Some pages are torn with tears. 

Adelaide Millar


Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” 

Robert A. Heinlein

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Picking roses in December

It’s always amazing to me when two people can look out the same window and never see the same thing. My son’s response this morning to freshly fallen snow was everything looks dead and cold! I laughed and pointed out to him that he couldn’t be more wrong. The Rufus Hummingbirds were  buzzing around the feeders and the walnut I had placed out the night before for the neighborhood squirrel was never more appreciated as he took his shortcut through my yard this morning.

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Yesterday I was picking Christmas roses from my garden, still beautiful and blooming..this morning they are topped with snow icing but still just as beautiful in my eyes.

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May the melody and spirit of the holidays fill your home with love and peace. Have a blessed Christmas.

copyright Es-tee Miller

“I feel that it is healthier to look out at the world through a window than through a mirror. Otherwise, all you see is yourself and whatever is behind you”. Bill Withers

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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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“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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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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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 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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