I caught him in flight..him with his black shiny iridescent green blue head.

I envied him at that moment for his ability to fly..Because so many times it is what I want to do. Fly away from grief and worry and sorrow. Fly to somewhere where the skies are always bright, always clear..

The wild pear trees stood like magic spheres of white against the dark night woods. And, as I drove past I could see me living in cabin beside them, with a gentle gravel drive that lead to the road. Waking mornings and taking walks in the woods. Finding ferns to press and treasures of the woods that come to light for adventurous souls.

The cat looked at me impassively and then turned his back on me. It made me smile..I called, "Kitty, Kitty," but he ignored me. For who was I? But a stranger in his land.

It rained all day today...But on the day I took this photo it was bright and sunny .

Even though the rain tends to make me a little sad. I noticed the wonders that this day held for me.

The way the Sparrows hid under the eaves of the porch and chirped happily to one another. How they ate contentedly, not mindful of the rain. They were happy anyway. I guess I need to learn from the birds..

I took this photo a few days ago of the Oak on Mom's corner.

I love the amber Oak leaves that dot the reflection of the tree in this puddle, my favorite puddle.

And the way the blue sky colors it.. And how the Spring grass frames it and pulls it together. The Dandelions are not lost on me either. Their lemon color brings my heart a simple joy.

My big blue ring held to sunlight and ran through photo shop.

When I walked the dogs the other day, this is what greeted me. Clouds so large , that it looked like I could climb up them.

My heart stuck in my throat for awhile. I felt so lucky to behold the gifts of the sky.

These clouds were on the other side. Right by my home. By the little shack by the tracks. I say that lovingly. John always called our home that.

It doesn't take a large home or new home to make it home. It takes a home filled with love that makes it home.

A home with wind chimes hanging from the porch that play softly on Summer nights. Train music that can be heard on 2:00 a.m runs that lull me back to sleep after a bad dream.

Plants that fill the windows and supper on the stove. And a red tin heart that hangs on the door to know you made it home.

John made me a red tin heart 14 years ago to hang on our front door. He said I want you to know that every time you come home and see that heart hanging there, how much I love you..That is where Red Tin Heart came from..

He took the heart down the Summer of his accident to fix the door, and before he could put it back up he had the accident. I keep it behind my bedroom door..

I love you John.

xoxo Nita

Tonight's song, Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd

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