Buttercups and daisies, as far as the eye can see. That is what I saw this morning…what June brought to me.
The northern flicker is one of my very favourite birds.
I love his elaborate attire. His brown striped jacket; his speckled waistcoat and pants; his black cravat.
In his other life, perhaps he was the ringleader of a circus; directing the lions and bears and flaming hoops.
But for now, he is vigorously plucking ants out of the crack in the sidewalk; occasionally stopping to utter his surprisingly kookaburrish laugh.
Thanks flicker, for brightening my day.
Is there anything more precious to see early in the morning, than a mother and father Canadian goose and their numerous children between them, strolling down the street?
Your exuberant beauty proclaims the spring.
Every year we are awestruck at your magnificence.
When we adore you so much, why leave so soon?
In the early morning, to brighten up the drive, the American goldfinch ascended playfully from a cheerful carpet of dandelions; instantly adding colour and joy to my day.
All the leaves are on the trees and the magnolia is in bloom. Everywhere there are blossoms and spring is finally here in all her burgeoning glory.
I was exiting my mom’s house, on her newly built ramp for her wheelchair, when I stopped abruptly in my tracks, noticing three mourning doves sitting on the railing of the ramp near the end.
There were two parents and one beautiful baby. The mom, or dad, then flew off and found some food for the baby and came back and proceeded to feed the baby, who was still sitting on the railing.
I stood there transfixed, letting the rain ping lightly on my coat and hat; not wanting to scare them away and not wanting to interrupt the feeding.
After they left, chickadees darted in and out of the bird feeder attached to the front window.
The wonders you can see by standing still and not moving and observing for a while.
Nature will find you, or you will find it.
I’ve been very happy to see a lot of wild turkeys lately. I’ve seen so many of them, as a matter of fact, that I’m starting to think that they may be my spirit animal.
I learned about spirit animals from Indigenous Peoples’ culture. They are guides to remind us of qualities we need to better travel through this world.
So if the turkey is my spirit animal, for example, she is here to remind me to stay grounded and connected to Mother Earth and to be content with what I have.
It also reminds me to believe in myself and what I have to offer others and to share with those around me.
Animals and nature can teach us so much, if we open our eyes and stay connected to the natural world.
Happy belated Earth Day everyone!