Mourning dove squabs fledged from the rose arbor nest

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Our rose arbor

Just outside my library window, I spy the June blooming of my pink roses. They climb and rest on a large arbor that stands in the front of my house.  Last year when the library window was open we sometimes heard the soft cooing of nesting mourning doves. The mother and father dove called each other to take over attending to their new squabs. The nest sat right atop the arbor hidden among the vines. Continue reading

Hunting for traces of my past, with stories attached

Today I decided to have some fun and walk down memory lane. I set out to search for traces of significant events of the past, and people that I knew and loved, but maybe no longer see. I limited them to a few findings so I could share some brief stories. Perhaps tomorrow and in the weeks to come I’ll discover traces of other things. Often I look past them without a notice. I’ll try to be more observant from now on. They surround me in my home all of the time, and still exist in many other places that I often visit. I’ll start with the oldest memories. Continue reading