Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Tree Cozies for Cozy Trees

To all the forest walkers, tree gazers, and nature lovers...
happy autumn.

And Happy Thanksgiving.

**I am having the most difficult time with Blogger.  It seems I am unable to leave comments on many blogs I have visited.  Until things get resolved, I shall have to remain a lurker. :(

Saturday, November 10, 2018


Sometimes you have to go through thorns before you can smell the roses.  Is it worth it?  Yes.

The skies above my home are tinged orange because of the horrific fires in California.  My heart and thoughts are with all those who suffered through tragedies this week in my home state.

Friday, November 2, 2018


I am suffering from fluff on the brain. 

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Beetle Derby

The best name for a racehorse I have ever heard is Hoof Hearted.
Say it out loud a few times quickly.

Tuesday, May 29, 2018


When tiny spiders come down with a case of wanderlust, they throw out fine lines of silk and go wherever the wind takes them.  If they're lucky to catch the right jet stream, they can cross vast oceans this way.  Eight-legged balloonists have even been found high up in atmospheric weather balloons, though they were probably dissatisfied with their final destination.  Happily, our little guy here and his traveling companion are having better luck on their aerial adventure. 

Sunday, May 13, 2018


Pictures of goats climbing trees are quite comical.  Who knew!  But sheep are easier more fun to draw.  I'm not sure what's going on here.  The kid is dressed as a sheepdog, the wolf is dressed as a girl, and the sheep think they're leaves.  It's all lies.  Lies, I tell you.

Happy Mother's Day.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Again with the yellow flowers. Enough already.

So a lone daffodil popped up in front of my house a few weeks ago.  I know not where it came from.  It's a little known secret that all daffodils are connected, and you can use them to talk to fellow daffodil-ogglers around the world.  I tried shouting into mine, but there was no answer.  Perhaps it was the floral equivalent of a butt dial?