0ne early morning a sign of Spring appeared in the woods. It was a wise old owl who came to perch upon the limb of a tree not far from our house. He was rather quiet, except for a momentary eruption when he fanned his feathers, squawked and sent an intruding hawk on its way. Otherwise he slept throughout the day. Peace!
Please listen to the video from the next day. At the end of it you will hear the owl deep in the woods having his say.
Made a journey down a winding road, to see an old friend, and a dog named Luna. Near the ocean we stayed, watching the waves, come and go.
On the morning walk with the dogs at the beach, the tilting fence glistened in the sun, with sand at her feet, and budding rose bushes of the dunes scattered round.
Time was approaching the hustle and bustle of beachgoers.
The afternoon sun beat down, where the children frolicked at the shore, with mother and father at their sides. They built castles in the sand, unfettered by the rough play of canines of the early morn.
What was Luna thinking, as she lay at home?
Luna spent the day, dreaming of her four legged friends, from whom she would steal balls and sticks, and of how they rolled raucously in the sand.
Then a swim!
Daybreak returned and Mother Nature called Luna back out to play. Alone she could not go, so she got up and wagged her tail, and sniffed and licked the sleepy face of my friend, to start another day, all over again.
On Tiffany Creek 