A Golden Flash of Wings

This afternoon, I spotted a bright flash of golden orange flitting about in the pine trees across the pond.
It was a Baltimore Oreole, a beautiful bird, the likes of which I have never seen.

And then, within minutes it had flown away.
My photograph only just captures a sense of it, because the lens was at the limit of its capabilities.


And then I managed to capture a  photograph of one of the large dragonflies, resting on a lily...












Nicholas

So this home we are privileged to occupy until our own home is built...this home is surrounded by the trees that invited the Oriole, the ponds that entice the dragonflies and dozens of beautiful little touches of humour and beauty, with a uniqueness that is utterly spectacular. 


It seems the slower we move, the more we see, the more we experience of this sense of place expressed in such a remarkable manner. 31 years in the making this garden, this place, this retreat...


Above the fenced in garden, filled with an abundance of vegetables, just beginning to fruit and flower is a portal of sorts....

To the left of the entrance is a sculpture of the Green Man from Celtic origins...but what I most loved this morning were the quirky little birdhouses, reminding me that there is respite and a sense of the Divine to be found in unlikely places.


And, above, ever so faintly the 1/2 moon, giving way to the brightness of the new day.


Blessings come so easily when the heart's eyes do the seeing.
Judy