Monday, August 24, 2009
My sister Beth and I spent a day together, cleaning my parents' house in preparation for their return after their accident.
Afternoon came, and we had accomplished much! Up until the point when we both looked up and saw the clouds. We raced for our cameras and spent much of the rest of the day discovering one miracle after another. Like this beautiful heart.
Thank you, sissie, for such a wonderful day!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Bell Road. A small, curvy, dangerous road. It is popular with motorcyclists and teenagers out for a joyriding thrill.
I was walking along Bell Road when I spotted this stump, complete with animal-carved heart.
It was worth the walk!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Yesterday I got to spend some time at the park with my beautiful niece Tiffani. We played on the playground, then explored the woods. We ate blackberries, admired beautiful flowers, enjoyed nature -- even when we had to brush off the spiders/webs that we ran into.
Thank you for a wonderful time, Tiffani. I 'heart' you!!!
Friday, August 14, 2009
I spent part of yesterday wandering around the abandoned church (across the street) with a veterinarian from the Oregon Department of Fish and Wildlife. You see, I found some birds. Dead birds. Four dead owls and a Cooper's hawk. I was very worried that something or someone was killing these beautiful birds.
Turns out the owls were fledgelings and probably died of natural causes - most likely starvation. They came out of the nest too early and wandered around the massive building. The parents couldn't find them to feed them, and they died. The hawk apparently tried to exit the building through one of the few remaining windows and broke its neck.
I thank Dr. Vandenburg for driving all the way out here to investigate. He was patient and kind, and taught me much about the beautiful birds of this area. He also took the birds with him to further investigate ... just in case.
During our walk, I found a piece of insulation and couldn't resist the heart. It helped dry the tears in my eyes.
Friday, August 7, 2009
When I find a carved 'tree heart', my imagination starts on a journey ... I wonder who carved it; was their sweetheart with them? Did their 'happily ever after' ever happen? Maybe it was a little girl, bored with playing on the swings, who decided to draw a simple heart. Does she remember?
I wonder if, years from now, the person(s) who carved this heart will return. Will the heart tree still be there?
I wonder ...