The house, the moon and the old trees at sunset on Friday evening.

As I sit here, surrounded by lilac trees of great age and many leaves – it is the beach that is calling me.  The upper desert dryness is leaching my spirit today.  I want nothing more than to feel sand under my feet and the dampness of fog on my skin.  **Note, amusingly I wrote this Saturday. Today, Sunday we woke to cloudy skies which kept the sun hidden into the early afternoon.  Along with the clouds we were happy to have the humidity go up.  It’s not the beach today, but better than it was yesterday! It has been three years since we spent a week in Port Orchard.  Where does the time go?  I can tell you that as one becomes older (or as mom says “more seasoned”) time flies.   Not the saying “time flies if you are having fun” but more like “time flies and you better not blink or you are going to miss a lot!!”  Criminey.  I wish for so many things.  To be able to provide what the family needs.  To see my  photographs again.  I did pick up my camera last night for the first time really since the hard drive failure.  It irked me greatly to see the amazing skies, each one so different, and not be able to see what I had captured before.  I saved those photo files on a website somewhere. The first one I disliked greatly and didn’t load them there.  The other one was ok, and the information on where and what are locked forever on my zapped hard drive.  It hurts my hands to write, and I didn’t write that important info down.

So, I begin again.  Why not? Considering how things go with life, I am lucky to have the chance to begin again, right? Right. Onward!

The white crown sparrows have returned.  They are tired and I have seen them sitting in various places around the ranch.  In my angst for the sea, sitting on my bed, I heard the lilacs rustling.  In looking outside, I see my cat, grappling with something.  It is a bird. Grr.  I go to the back door and he is just getting to the step.  He looks up at me, and I see it is a white crown sparrow in his grip, the bird is also looking at me.  I tell Tosh to hold still and there is a bit of a scuffle as he loses his grip on the  bird.  It flies to the picnic table, then to the small tree then up the larger tree, cussing us out the whole time.  I get a dirty look from my cat, but he accepts my presence and lets me pet him anyway.  The bird flies off 🙂

We have heard the Canada geese several times now, fall is here and the earth will speed into winter mode.  Still have too much to do before that happens, but it is like this every year.  The photo above is for the future.  The old gnarled trees are fragile.  In the last several seasons they have lost branches.  One hit the house at 2 am.  It sounded like a Volkswagen hit the roof.  It broke one pane of the dual pane window in front, and pushed in the window casing by almost an inch.  The trees must be cut down considerably.  The problem is that I don’t have the money to do it.  We can only pray that we find the money to do it before we end up with the house smashed by a larger part of a tree.  I know it will work out as it is supposed to.  Thus the photos of the trees.  The Great Horned Owls sit in those trees a lot, and I hope we can save enough of them for the owls to stay here too.

Somehow it is after 5 pm and I better get out to do the evening chores.  Enjoy the evening all!