Come to the Pond

I just got back from a few days in northern Indiana, where my mother lives. These photos were all taken in her neighborhood…a totally different sort of scenery than I see here in Arizona. There are a lot of trees in her ‘hood, lush landscapes, and ducks enjoying the little pond.

That’s not her house but this one has a lovely setting.

I had no wifi there so I’m behind on reading other blogs. The weather was lovely but I’m glad to be back to urbanity.

I like the darkness of the woods. And I saw fireflies again for the first time in many years…rabbits and squirrels, too, which we just don’t see in central Phoenix.

Here’s some more of the wooded shots I took in a slideshow.

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Mornings at Blackwater

For years, every morning, I drank
from Blackwater Pond.
It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,
the feet of ducks.

And always it assuaged me
from the dry bowl of the very far past.

What I want to say is
that the past is the past,
and the present is what your life is,
and you are capable
of choosing what that will be,
darling citizen.

So come to the pond,
or the river of your imagination,
or the harbor of your longing,

and put your lips to the world.
And live
your life.

~Mary Oliver