Author: Fred D

Three months ago the Trumpeter Swans hatched out five fluffy cygnets. The kids are now feathered out and beginning flight lessons in preparation for their first flight south with mom and pop. They should be taking off before election day . . . barring any ‘fowl-ups’ .                  …

Shalom!  . . . Hello, may you have peace, harmony, wholeness, completeness, prosperity, welfare, tranquility. Goodbye. Moving into this home a decade ago, I fastened this all-encompassing, powerful Hebrew word of greeting, hope, encouragement, and parting on the well house from which our life sustaining water is drawn. Over the past decade, tucked away in…

One of the best things (for me, perhaps not you 😊) about sharing pics ramblings with y’all  is your responses. Thank you. An encouraging comment to yesterday’s ‘Mother Nature’s Tears‘ blessed me, and got me to more ‘leaf musing’. Every leaf, like us, is a unique creation  . . . no two ever being exactly…

Fall . . . Mother Nature’s shortest, and my favorite season. It’s colorful display is a visual delight which swiftly disappears . . . literally ‘Gone with the Wind’. Like myself, Mother Nature is also sad to see Fall end. How do I know that? Wandering through the woods today I saw her tears on…

Uncertainty . . . frustration . . . irritation . . . some of 2020’s Covid-19 world’s detrimental strands . Weave in threads of economic, social, and political turmoil, and a cobweb of discouragement threatens to entangle life’s joy. Albeit, in somewhat of a different venue, when faced with such humanly instigated maladies, the wisest…

Mother Nature possesses the quintessential wardrobe.  No two outfits are ever precisely the same, fashionably coordinated with each new season . . winter’s pristine white; spring’s verdant green; summer’s flamboyant florals; fall’s blazing hues . . . eye-candy for the soul! Nestled in the Chickaloon wilds, undaunted by gathering storm clouds, here’s the display of…

Woke up to another overcast day this morning . . . Baa Humbug! . . . they aren’t my favorite . . . sunshine’s my meteorological elixir, and lately it’s been hiding out. Sooooo . . . ole Freddy’s perpetually wandering mind starting wishing he was a commercial jet pilot; bathed in sunshine; zooming through…

Spent the afternoon following swans around Fish Lake in a canoe . Current politics may be ‘fowled up’, but not so with our local Trumpeter Swan family. Mr. & Mrs. Trumpeter have successfully raised their brood of five signets to teenagers. With morning temps now dipping below freezing, it’s time to begin flight training for…

A daybreak stroll along the Matanuska River treated me to one of Mother Nature’s fascinating wonders, salmon returning to their birthplace to spawn and die. Got me to a thinkin’ . . . as an almost octogenarian returning to my birthplace and ‘spawning’ are the furthest things from my mind. However, I did ponder how…

 “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade” . . . a familiar slogan of encouragement in the midst of adversity. Originally coined in 1915 by Elbert Hubbard writing an obituary for his perpetually optimistic friend who refused to succumb to the ’lemons’ of his disabilities, it was later popularized by Dale Carnegie in his book…