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“I come into the peace of wild things / who do n

“I come into the peace of wild things / who do not tax their lives with forethought / of grief . . . / For a time / I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.” ~ Wendell Berry in “The Peace of Wild Things”
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This sweet couple has been hanging around. Love them.

Eh...just another cattail. 🌱 AKA southern catt

Eh...just another cattail.
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AKA southern cattail AKA Typha domingenis AKA bulrush AKA super plant AKA plant of a thousand uses.
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These cattails love the marsh, although they can easily crowd out other plants. But they’re very generous with their offerings. They filter water. They provide shelter and nesting materials and food for critters. They have medicinal and edible uses for us humans. They can be woven into baskets and mats, and the fluff can be used to fill bedding materials. They’re a great survival resource. They can also be used in crafts or even just stuck in a vase. Oh, they can be dipped in oil and used as torches to give light. And apparently scientists are looking at them as a possible biofuel. They are especially interesting because the stalks contain both male and female flowers like this photo. Also, I read that seeds can remain dormant for up to 100 years. Who would ever have thought of such a wonder plant? Oh, yeah. That would be God.
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On Sunday, @brian_haring said (if I heard it right) that those steeped in awe and wonder tend to be 40% more generous toward others. I'm not sure where he got that statistic, but I like it. It makes sense that when we allow ourselves to be married to amazement and wonder, we become more connected to the Creator and then to each other. Cuz that’s how the fluff flies.

Mr. Grumpy Pants snags a dragonfly. And then Mr. G

Mr. Grumpy Pants snags a dragonfly. And then Mr. Grumpy Pants II arrives. Proof that grumpiness is contagious.

Golden girl. Or guy. 🐊 Two or three weeks back,

Golden girl. Or guy.
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Two or three weeks back, @calliefeyen offered a poetry prompt over at @tspoetry’s website. She asked readers to try an acrostic poem, but to choose risk over cuteness as @poetmom6 encourages in her newest book How to Write a Form Poem. I tried it. I don’t know how risky this poem was, but it was fun. What I tried is also a found poem gleaned from Diana Woodcock’s book Beggar in the Everglades.
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Here’s the link to Callie’s piece. There is so much fun happening at Tweetspeak Poetry. If you haven’t explored that site, you really need to.
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https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2021/04/26/poetry-prompt-acrostic-poem/

Sweeping in the shallows. They brought their own s

Sweeping in the shallows. They brought their own spoons to breakfast.

It was mostly cloudy and coolish this morning (for

It was mostly cloudy and coolish this morning (for Florida), and we weren’t dripping with sweat after the marsh, so we also walked the cypress swamp boardwalk. Now there’s a place to just breathe. Aaaahhhh...
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Meanwhile back at the marsh... here I am wearing a Mother’s Day gift. (You can’t see it, but there’s a small alligator behind me.) If it weren’t for dumb rabies quarantine, we would be with some of my favorite people this weekend.

Fascinating light show tonight. “Better than fir

Fascinating light show tonight. “Better than fireworks,” said D. A lot quieter. All behind this one big cloud. Stars behind us. We watched for nearly an hour.

These sweeties showed up in the backyard the other

These sweeties showed up in the backyard the other night as the sun was setting. #blackbelliedwhistlingduck

“The blue color is everlastingly appointed by th

“The blue color is everlastingly appointed by the Deity to be a source of delight; and whether seen perpetually over your head, or crystallised once in a thousand years into a single and incomparable stone, your acknowledgment of its beauty is equally natural, simple, and instantaneous.” ~ John Ruskin
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Something blue for Susan AKA @hopehearthome.
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There are times—some more than others—when it’s harder to live 1500 miles from home. Like this past week. My dad (who will turn 94 this month) had some random complaints—enough that my sister took him to the ER. Turns out he’d had a “significant” heart attack in the last couple of days. He’d sounded fine to me when we talked. 🤷‍♀️
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So he’s been in the hospital since then and was just now accepted for acute rehab in a skilled nursing facility—with the hope that he can return home safely.
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My sister is a saint. She has driven several miles every day to be at his bedside, coordinating and advocating while keeping the rest of the family up to date. I’ve had to have my phone continuously on the charger for the number of times we’ve texted or talked. I might be the older one, but she is the wiser one. So if we can’t both be there, it’s best that she is. Also, kudos to my brother-in-law who has been cooking and cleaning and even had flowers waiting for her today.

I don’t know what was in that berry punch, but n

I don’t know what was in that berry punch, but now I’m lost and late for nest duty, and the wife is going to peck me bald. Maybe if I check this map...

Just being a stilt in the mud.

Just being a stilt in the mud.

🌱 “This is the promise I make to you: / I wil

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“This is the promise I make to you: / I will never give you a fist full of wasps, / just the surprise of purple and the scent of rain.” ~ Kwame Dawes in “Purple” #PocketPoem #PoemInYourPocketDay @poetsorg
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Just here walking on a watery runway and showing off my purple plumage.

Running with the wrong crowd. First time seeing an

Running with the wrong crowd. First time seeing an Egyptian goose in our backyard. Loner hanging with Muskovies who don’t seem to mind.
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Lesson: Acceptance. We really aren’t so different, and we really can all get along.

. “What is pink? a rose is pink By a fountain’

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“What is pink? a rose is pink
By a fountain’s brink.” ~ Christina Rossetti in “Color”
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And sometimes the moon is pink—if you play your colors right. 😉😊

How lovely you are—wreathed in all that green.

How lovely you are—wreathed in all that green.

(Part 2) And she kept coming. The browse was good.

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And she kept coming. The browse was good. We didn’t move. (I think she is eyeing the trio that followed her.) We waited until she wandered back into the weeds. Such sweet critters. We saw them all the time in Michigan. I’m glad we live where we can still enjoy them.

(Part 1) We saw her come up the bank on the cross

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We saw her come up the bank on the cross trail. A human trio had gathered—snap, snap, snap. She strolled toward us. We inched into an opening to give her space—back, back, back. She eyed us. But where we were was where she wanted to be. And so she came. We could have reached out and touched. We didn’t move.

Nothing like a little apple snail for breakfast.

Nothing like a little apple snail for breakfast. #limpkin

Gotta start getting up earlier for swamp adventure

Gotta start getting up earlier for swamp adventures if we want to beat the sun. Like before 6. Happy Sunday.

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