Spent part of the afternoon canoeing Fish Lake visiting a family with a new set of triplets; watching a guy in tuxedo attire putting on a display trying to impress an equally well-dressed gal; and, back on shore, listening to a mother calling her kids from a high-rise . . . ???
In Jungle Book Mogli lingo that translates into three Trumpeter Swan signets hatching out; a male loon strutting his stuff for his girlfriend; and a mother spruce grouse perched in a tree calling her scattered clutch back together 😊
Here’s a few pics of what mine was to savor watching His feathered creatures loving living life in the Last Frontier.
A spruce hen and her chick perched safely above me . . . fresh imprints revealing a predator/prey pursuit . . . last fall’s bull moose antler scrapes . . . each a page in Mother Nature’s cycle of life that graced today’s wilderness wanderings.
“For every creature of the forest is mine, and the cattle upon a thousand hills“. – Psalm 50:10
“A stormy day on the mountain beats a sunny day at the beach” . . . a touch of dementia? . . . perhaps, but hold those Florida Retirement Community flyers 😊. . . enjoyed dodging raindrops hiking up Castle Mountain today.
Welcome Back Flowers is the sequel to Farewell Flowers posted prior to leaving the Smoky Mountains forests for the Alaskan wilderness last month. Snow-birding between these two awesome corners of creation provides ‘seasonal jet-lag’ . . . as Spring morphs into Summer in the Smokies, it’s just beginning to emerge from Winter’s grip in the Last Frontier. Consequently, I’m blessed to experience Spring’s splendor twice each year . . . God is good!
Here’s a few welcome bouquet blooms Mother Nature treated me with hiking Castle Mountain’s boonies today.
Were that life could be a continual mountaintop experience. Reality is most is lived in the valleys where its been said you’re either in the midst of a storm, coming out of one, or one lies ahead on your journey.
But take heart . . . just as rainbows appear after the storm, each storm cloud will run out of rain, and calm will follow the fury.
‘He calms the storm, so that its waves are still”. -Psalm 107:29 Be Blessed and . . . + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!