Butterfly Palace – February 4th

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One of the first new things I did this year to celebrate my annual tradition of doing something new every day for the month of February was to visit the Butterfly Palace in Branson. It was great to have butterflies fluttering around in the middle of a cold winter. And a great kick off to my birthday month.

Even more fun was the shot above got featured on the Branson/Lakes Area Convention and Visitors Bureau website Explore Branson. You can find it here.

Have a blessed day!
Heather

Butterfly Rescue – September 25th

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I rescued this guy from the parking lot at work today. Poor guy was flopping around in the middle of it. I moved him to a much safer place. One where he won’t get run over by trucks or forklifts or people. I hope you fly away soon an continue your migration south.

Have a blessed day!
Heather

Song – October 23rd

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Song by John Keats

I had a dove and the sweet dove died;
And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? It was tied,
With a silken thread of my own hand’s weaving;
Sweet little red feet! Why did you die-
Why would you leave me, sweet dove! Why?
You liv’d alone on the forest-tree,
Why, pretty thing! Could you not live with me?
I kiss’d you oft and gave you white peas;
Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?

Invitation – October 10th

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Invitation by Harry Behn

Blue jay, fly to my windowsill!
Here’s suet and raisins, so eat your fill.
Not that I care for your scratchy call,
And I like your manners least of all,
But when you are hungry, the chickadees
Who ask so politely, please, please, please,
Are much too bothered by what you say-
So come have your breakfast, and fly away!

So Close – September 27th

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I’m so excited, in a few shot days I will be in Minnesota for a week. Also, some of my relatives from Chicago arrive today for a short trip, and the weather is beautiful. So all in all it looks like its going to be a great weekend! I also found a recipe for making your own pumpkin purée, that’s right I’m that kind of crazy, making my own pumpkin purée for pies and such. But if that’s wrong I don’t want to be right!

Have a blessed day!
Heather

The Last Word Of A Bluebird – September 26th

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The Last Word Of A Blackbird by Robert Frost

As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said ‘Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax-
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing.’