Reflecting Solitude

‘Tis the Land of Where the Wild Things are…’


Hannah scouts our safety



It is found amidst the jungle of concrete corralling Hannah and I within our enclave.  We stroll its vastness through the temperate season offerings. Fall runs back and forth between Indian summer(s), as a butterfly might flit between the offerings of her nectar.  Winter?   Thank goodness she does not linger long.  This is not a playground for her antics, but Summer, restlessness and determined, not only does she smite  us with her heat and humidity, but chases us in maddened fury with the ever increasing concerns of the dreaded West Nile Virus.  Spring is our blushing, virgins kiss, offering us songs of triumph followed with scampering squirrel babies, birds singing their return from migration.  And, if we are lucky, the rains will come, flowers and grasses will bloom.   Bees, damselflies and dragonflies aplenty, shall weave between a sea of green that gently unfolds to color.  Our renewal will awaken and revive us.  We say that Texas really does have four separate seasons, but they don’t necessarily follow the rules and cycles of other territories.  And in my minds review of this past year I can no longer believe that claim is solely ours to make.

Encroachment to the wood


Welcomed by a trestle, beckoned by her handrail


~ by coffeegrounded on January 20, 2015.

2 Responses to “Reflecting Solitude”

  1. How enchanting! The photos and the words – a lovely, tranquil way for me to end this day and get to sleep. Thank you for the dreams I anticipate.

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    • Sleep tight! Thanks for visiting, too.

      Sun finally broke thru the skies this past week and as the temperatures rose we came crawling from our cave.

      Enjoy a beautiful week, Sharon. ❤️


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