For the Daily Prompt: unfurl. A curled fern.
For Mundane Monday #121. Nice job of camouflage….
On Sunday we had a two hour choral practice, for the concert this Thursday. I go for a walk in the sun up in the hill behind North Beach afterwards. I am still singing the Numberless Stars piece. I am in a small quartet, first alto angel. We will sing from the balcony with the rest of the chorus in the main part of the church.
I walk by a tree and a squirrel chatters at me, scolding. I laugh and sing back to the squirrel.
The squirrel stops chattering and comes down the tree. Around to the front about three feet up and just stays, listening.
She goes out the branch and sits, looking at me. She does some grooming and nearly goes to sleep.
By now I am singing “Squirrels, squirrels,” instead of the correct words, which are “Stars, stars.” A man walks by with two small dogs on a leash. My squirrel does not budge and the dogs don’t notice. The man laughs at me singing to a squirrel.
I sing to the squirrel for a while and then walk on. How magical, to have a creature listen and even relax!
Here she is, nearly asleep…..
I took this in 2014. Even the photograph makes me long to fly, flocks flying and calling always do. My heart tries to leap towards them, longing.
A migrating flock is a door into longing for me.
A barn door for Thursday doors. I took this in 2014 in Michigan, visiting friends. The horses are waiting….
No words… song. For Wordless Wednesday.
I took a walk last night. This patch of lavender was 5 by 5 feet and the bees were so very happy about it….