Lost and Found

“The best laid plans of mice and men aft gang agly”….my mother’s often spoken version of a bit of Robert Burns 1785 poem “To a Mouse.” (check out link to original words at end of post)

It is Monday August 31st and I have felt extreme fatigue since Saturday the 29th. Took a covid test a bit ago and it turned up negative. I have lost my energy and here it is at the end of the month and my blog deadline. So, here I go with a slightly muddled brain.

When Dolly Parton died last week I cried off and on throughout the day as I watched news reports. My strong reaction surprised me. I have always been a fan of hers, but her passing is a gut punch ( I hate that phrase, but can’t think of anything more appropriate).

Other losses this past week that have brought tears and anger. The horrific flooding in Nepal brought the tears and the beginning desecration and destruction of Big Bend National Park brought the anger.

I like to be an optimist and look for the good in the world and so that is what I am doing. Amidst the world’s woes and personal stress I take pleasure in the other bits of life that bring us positive energy. So, here are a few found joys:

Toad in our pond. I had about given up on ever seeing one again when one evening I heard a male calling. This went on for 3 nights and then in the morning I found strings of eggs in our pond and this sweetie nearby (momma toad?). Others who have come back after months are the owls. One night I heard a barred owl and the next night I heard a screech owl. Saw a giant luna moth on the back porch and yellow warblers in our trees. These all lift my spirit.

Katydid on Beauty Berry Bush….love the color contrast!

Mexican Petunia from behind

Swallowtail wing underneath

Swallowtail wing top

Cicada emerging from old skin

I am hoping that is me in a few days after shedding this virus and feeling my energy again!

May you find many small joys each day

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43816/to-a-mouse-56d222ab36e33

Images On A Green Umbrella

I spend as much time as possible sitting on my porch observing the wild life that goes on in my backyard. It is usually a peaceful time with the trilling of wrens and the soft gurgles of the doves. Sometimes my neighbor plunks happy tunes on his guitar. The only thing that will drive me back in the house is the sound of leaf blowers close by, or more often, the heat. The large umbrella keeps the sun off, but in the afternoon sitting under it is like being in an oven.

Once in a while, if I look up, reality is obscured.

Silhouette of the nearby crepe myrtle

Cicada

Cicada#2

My Anole Friend

My Nemesis, The Summer Sun

Stay cool my friends! And keep looking up…

Photos by B. McCreary