A little bird, within a tangled wood,
Sang sweetly to the forest solitude;
From matin hour to vesper time it sang —
Until the leafy woodland spaces rang
With such a chorus of ecstatic glee
That all the world seemed pulsing harmony …
~Robert Frost
Month: March 2015
Higher ground
Reelfoot Lake and the Mississippi River were at flood stage this past weekend. This had some of the little critters scrambling for a dry spot on higher ground.
My heart has no desire to stay
Where doubts arise and fears dismay;
Tho some may dwell where these abound,
my pray’r, my aim, is higher ground.
~Johnson Oatman, Jr.
Maple blossoms
Great Blue Heron
These heron were doing some serious fishing out on flooded farm land near the Mississippi River. They crept along slowly … watching … listening … and then striking with lightening speed. Each strike was generally rewarded with a tiny silver fish.
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.” ~John Buchan
Daffodils
An eagle in the clouds
During one of our recent walks, my husband pointed out this cloud formation that looked like an eagle’s head. It only lasted long enough to get a few shots before the higher winds swept it away.
~The clouds are always improvising, but the culprit is the wind.” ~Unknown