How do you know when spring is here? Perhaps it is when the calendar says March 22. Others are waiting for something else, something in the air, or around the corner -- like Frog thought when he was just a young pollywog. Is it when the crocuses or tulips push through the earth? Or is … Continue reading Spring Is Here
You ask me what it means to live and I drop my head in answer. All day, I get things done, except ... I forget to live. What does it mean to live? Truth be told, I don't know whether someone can live without knowing why he lives ... Was Kandinsky able to paint the … Continue reading Let Go
It did not do to think, nor, for the matter of that to feel. She gave up trying to understand herself, and joined the vast armies of the benighted, who follow neither the heart nor the brain, and march to their destiny by catch-words. The armies are full of pleasant and pious folk. But they … Continue reading Marching to our Destinies
On a summer evening, we went to Bend for the art walk. Although the art was lovely, we chose to stop for some natural views too. When I saw this sweet scene, I felt that deep love for where I live. It is a great place to be. The City You'll Love to Hate We began … Continue reading Enjoying Nature in the City
Recently, at my Summer Lake trip, I committed to spending less time on my phone or any technology, eschewing multitasking, and being present. Fulltimewritermom.com just wrote a post that made me feel like she’s been reading my journal. My thoughts exactly!
There’s a good reason why Apple chose “FaceTime” as the name of their video-calling product. Unlike a regular old phone call, it allows people with the FaceTime app to chat face-to-face. It’s something my husband and I used recently when our kids were out of town. I’m so grateful for the benefits of modern technology, but I also have to be careful not to let those same benefits turn detrimental.
I fought getting a Smartphone for a long time. My husband had a Blackberry for a while, and no offense to Blackberry, but it was a piece of garbage. I know now that it was just an inferior model, but its rudimentary GPS that only worked when you didn’t need it and super-slow Internet search capabilities left me underwhelmed. Not to mention that I would rather stay in the stone age than learn how to use new technology. Update the…
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About a 45 min. drive and a few pieces of key equipment and ... we reach birding heaven. Yellow-rumped Warbler, MacGillvray's Warbler, Hermit Thrush, Swainson's Thrush, Orange-crowned Warbler, Black-throated Gray Warbler, Hermit Warbler, Mountain Chickadee, Red-breasted Nuthatch, Western Tanager, Western Wood Pewee were just a few. They all congregate here because of this unassuming bit … Continue reading Whiskey Springs
Some of the Harris family went huckleberry picking with some friends to a secret place which will remain unnamed. Greta picked and picked. Then, Greta realized she was the only one picking. Some of the pickers had eaten so many huckleberries they were suffering from huckleberry coma! Paul! And Cash too! She stood up from … Continue reading Huckleberry Picking
If this is camping ... I could do it forever. Summer Lake might be in the middle of nowhere, but ... it has more than enough compensations When Greta saw our digs ... she did a little celebration dance. Yeah, it was pretty tough, camping with the ladies, but we managed. We birded on the … Continue reading “Camping” in Summer Lake
The plan was to meet at Lake Shasta for a cousins reunion. But, Lake Shasta had warnings about a toxic bloom, so we detoured to Lake Shastina. Cousin reunions are so much fun because there's catching up to do, lots of laughter, and hanging out is a requirement. We wished all the cousins could have … Continue reading Lake Shastina
Yep, it's really that blue. That's it -- no filters. The downside is it's a well-known destination. You have to navigate mountain bikers, lines of hikers, dogs, and people taking selfies as they jump into it. Still, it's worth it. The hike is shady most of the time, yet, the arrival yields that sense of … Continue reading Blue Pool