Morning Walk

In my morning walk, a sparrow watches me.

In my morning walk, a sparrow watches me.

Three horses watch someone, too.

Three horses watch someone, too.

Cougar is walking, too, and watching.

Cougar is walking, too, and watching.

The someone the horses were watching has a bucket in his hand. Feed? Maybe.

The someone the horses were watching has a bucket in his hand. Feed? Maybe.

Mama Cat has had breakfast and is now basking in the warmth of the sun as she washes her face.

Nearby, a squirrel comes down from a tree and scurries across a log in a brush pile.

Nearby, a squirrel comes down from a tree and scurries across a log in a brush pile.

The sparrow is still watching.

The sparrow is still watching.

This sparrow’s house once belonged exclusively to bluebirds. The bluebirds lost the battle again this spring.

Golden-striped mushrooms breaking through the earth.

Golden-striped mushrooms breaking through the earth.

At the end of my morning walk, I find the purple iris ( from bulbs that were once my mother's) blown over by yesterday's unrelenting wind.

At the end of my morning walk, I find the purple iris ( from bulbs that were once my mother’s) blown over by yesterday’s unrelenting wind.