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It’s hard to process just how vast—
the reach…
the amount of ripples
spilling out from this new virus.
The light will come.

Over here, we’ve been under the mandated shelter-in-place for the past few days, only going out for essential grocery shopping. It feels strange—strained, tense, rushed.

On a light note, every morning the doggies see me, they think it’s the weekend and expect treats. I can’t give in because they have to watch their figures (doctor’s orders). They really help keep things going in a positive direction.

I have had time to do a bit of reading, although, I’m finding it hard not to turn the television on to see the latest. I’m taking a break at the moment, a much needed breather. I seem to be washing more dishes. I filed our income tax returns—I’m glad that’s out of the way. I’ll be working two days next week.

I’ve been spending a lot of time flipping through cook books and cooking magazines, looking for some bit of inspiration for dinner ideas, trying to find dinner options that will be friendly for hubby’s sensitive system. I’ve been wanting to prepare some version of a Sheppard’s Pie. Last night for dinner was the day. It was a pleasantly mellow version with a riced cauliflower and cheese topping. The cauliflower and cheese was a nice compliment to the filling.

Hope Everyone out there is staying healthy and positive…good wishes to All. 🙂🌻

A few nights ago, the way the light layered and sliced through the clouds, against the stark industrial structures, captivated my gaze.

We’ve had some stunning sunsets and peaceful days.

This morning I’m enjoying a cup of tea in the backyard. As I listen to the bird chatter, dark clouds roll back to blue skies and sunshine.

I went near to where the bird feeder was and sat amongst the potted plants sitting very still. I was still enough for the birds to feel comfortable to come to the feeder. I could hear the ruffle of wings as they flitted from tree to tree, feeling at ease, as I savored a meditative sip of this moment.

Pigeons gather around,
gobble their bounty
at the curbside.
Car door opens-

In unison, pigeons fly away
and around, only to return
to the beginning.

I sit here at the laundry mat, propped up on one of the swivel chairs, looking out the window, homework spread out, diligently writing out the questions that I will later fill in the answers for. Music plays in the background, I have caffeinated myself with a decaf mocha and though it has less caffeine, it still packs just the right amount of zing.

A group of pigeons…the movement in the tree brought my gaze back outside. I look out at the hills, the variety of tree species, one beginning to show its autumn foliage. And I think to myself how much I love trees, how amazing they are, how vacant I would feel without them. I think of my childhood pine tree that I used to climb and sit comfortably atop its large trunk-like branches; that tree is still there, and its also inside my heart. And the beautiful palm tree that shot up so tall, the large palm branches that jetted out; and the large umbrella-like tree that offered shade and a place to read.

The pigeon settles himself on a branch, his gray tones stand out against green and splashes of red. There one moment, gone the next.

It’s a busy laundry day…I see a mother walk by with two toddlers–a little girl entertained with a wad of newspaper, she walks by on her tippy toes, peering in, giggles.

Amongst the chores, the homework, a peaceful start to the morning–the mountains and trees a welcome backdrop.

(Photo was actually taken at sunset yesterday, November 12, 2015)

“Some people go through life trying to find out what the world holds for them only to find out too late that it’s what they bring to the world that really counts.”

–L. M. Montgomery

It’s been almost a month since we strolled the streets of San Francisco, downtown, near Union Square. It’s always a visual treat this time of year. The outdoor ice skating rink is right behind us, as I take this picture of the Macy’s building.

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These trumpet flowers stop me in my tracks every time. I never see them anywhere else. You can sit on a bench and look up and feel like you’re in a patch of someone’s secret garden.

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I love these planters. Not only do they serve a purpose for the plants and for people to sit on, I find them artistically interesting to look at.

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I didn’t get photos of the other two displays, which had sleeping kitties and playful pups in the windows for adoption. I think Grumpy Cat was scheduled to make an appearance too, but we missed him.

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Happy Holidays!

Peace, health, and happiness to all.