“A wise old owl sat on an oak; The more he saw the less he spoke; The less he spoke the more he heard; Why aren’t we like that wise old bird? ~Unknown”
Let’s be owls…Hoot Hoot 🙂
I was messing around making some owl art and I found this quote I really liked a lot.
When it gets cold like it is the birds seem to be more active and lively. This little one was singing like crazy.
I really love this time of year the sky is so colorful and expressive.
There’s a kind of hush over my back yard this morning…no sunrise…no birds singing just this peaceful calm. Have a gentle day 🙏🏼
she closed her eyes and spoke in a thousand silent ways
silent ways
silent ways
silent ways
silent
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She draws moonlight butterflies
In the bokeh of her shine
Lightly as the fawn draws near
She hears the Chippewa call
A lullaby like whispers to her soul
Hush, she waits softly it flies…
moonlight butterfly
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I’ve always been a morning person. I love to get up early before the sun even thinks about rising and wait for it. It’s very cold here now, but still I go out to peek. This morning I left as the sun was rising so I decided to stop several times and be thankful I get to see another sunrise. I really love them!
My drive is along Route 66. I love that highway!
I stopped to watch as the cloud looked to me that they were stopping in lines to take in this beautiful sun. Have a lovely day!
Happy Wednesday 🧡
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