We run three bird restaurants at our house. We placed them as close as possible to windows, so we always have a clear view of the endless stream of the many kinds of birds that come to dine. While I watch the birds through the window, I often carry on conversations with them, although probably [...]
The only constant sound I heard was my feet stumbling a bit on the many small rocks that covered the red dirt trail. Even though homes and the ocean were visible, they were far away, leaving a beautifully soft silence, occasionally broken by a bird trill, or something scurrying in the brush. I was visiting [...]
This morning, I heard the cheerful call of the chickadee, and the “pretty, pretty, pretty” song of the cardinal. It was the sound of spring. Ten minutes later, I heard the sound of hail hitting the roof. It was the sound of winter. It’s warm today; it’s 29 degrees. It’s warm today because last week, [...]
BECA LEWIS coaches, teaches, writes blogs and books, plays with art, and is addicted to reading. She lives in Ohio with her husband and has kids and grandkids scattered across the country.
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