Quick Note

If you’re wondering where’s Sara, I’m leaving this quick note to let you know that I’m away from my site right now.

I’ve had family in town for our Thanksgiving holiday. Just like my eyes have been bigger than my stomach, my goals for blogging have been bigger than my time:~)

Given this, there will be no Monday Story Photo post.

Instead on Monday, I’ll be catching up with you, my readers, and visiting your sites to find out what you’ve been up and what you have to say:~)

Happy day to you!

Giving Thanks Naturally

How to Say Thank You

I’ve decided to change my celebration of Thanksgiving this year. Oh, I’ll still gorge on the turkey, dressing, green bean casserole and, my favorite, pecan pie. I’ll still watch the football games and enjoy my family, but today I will also reflect on things I am thankful for and there are many things.

This year, I’m sharing with you words taken from my Nature Journal. I write this journal about the awesome things I see in nature, both in my neighborhood and while sitting in a green rocking chair on my screened porch. These are special moments of joy, laughter and wonder…all produced naturally.

I welcome you to pull up a rocking chair next to mine and use your imagination to see my world through these simple words of thanks to nature.

Words of Thanks

I am thankful for this sunny day. Cool enough to refresh, but warm enough to sit outside and watch the fluffy clouds float by. Over at my neighbors, the wind sets their chimes ringing and it sounds like a wedding. The few leaves still left on the trees shimmer in the sunlight, making me catch my breath from their beauty.

I am thankful for the big brown spider that let me be a hero today. He looked very dead, but I took a chance on him and carefully scooped him up on a piece of paper and took him outside. I reverently put him down prepared to say a prayer when his legs began to move. I turned him over and then watched him scurry away into the bushes.

I am thankful for the flock of geese living by the lake in my neighborhood. They make me stop my car as they cross the road, honking noisily and waddling ever so slowly into the grass on the other side. They make me smile and appreciate a moment of patience.

I am thankful for the ray of late afternoon sun that shines on my bird feeder. It makes the birds flying back and forth seem to glow in the light, like angels flying. This is God‘s beauty right now, right here in this moment.

I am thankful for the flowers blooming in my back yard. They cover the fence with a palette of colors — whites, yellows and reds. At the same time, my trees are showing their own glory. Today there are the  Magnolias with their big busty white flowers and the Crepe Myrtles with their mix of pinks and reds bouquets.They invite both birds and bees to delight.

I am thankful that my birdbath is outside the safety of the screen porch, as I watch a gray squirrel gracefully jump up and with great dignity sip from the water, totally ignoring my cat who rattles her teeth at him and stalks him with her eyes. I am thankful I will not witness them meet, as life and death intended.

I am thankful for the squirrels who entertain me endlessly by leaping from the Crepe Myrtle Tree to my bird feeder, which is about three feet away. They are acrobat “derring do” devils that more often than not slide right off the the feeder’s roof  to fall to the ground, but head back to try again.They are a lesson in persistence!

I am thankful for the first chilly morning, when I let the dog out and wished I had put my socks and a warmer robe on. Today, I realistically envision sitting on the porch with a cup of hot cocoa and both of us making steam with our breath.

I am thankful for my porch and all the many awesome moments I enjoy while sitting in my green rocker.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough to pay attention to the story.  ~ Author Unknown

Story Photo: Looking Up

Up Stairs

For today’s story photo, I thought we’d play with this picture of a set of stairs in Switzerland. In this case, you’re looking up the stairs.

They look kind of steep, don’t you think. They were!! I actually climbed these stairs and they taught me a valuable lesson about challenges, which leads me to your challenges today.

Remember you do NOT have to do every challenge, but please do indicate in the comment box which challenge you selected or the questions you chose to answer:~)

The Challenge

Choose one or more of the following questions:

What’s at the top of these stairs?

How will you approach climbing them? Will you stop and look around as you climb or make a straight beeline for the top?

What lesson will you learn from climbing these stairs?

The Special Challenge

  • Tell a brief story about these stairs and someone who climbed them.
  • Share something about the steepest climb you’ve made in your life? It doesn’t have to involve stairs and it can be a metaphorical climb.

Quickie Challenges

Choose one or more of these questions:

Do we need to have more alternatives to stairs and why?

What stairs do you regularly climb?

If you could choose between climbing stairs and taking an elevator, which would you take and why?

Have fun, be creative and enjoy!!!

First Love


Do you remember your first love? Mine was a gentle boy, very kind and caring. I got to know him in college and instinctively knew that there was something special between us. With him, I quickly learned the difference between the fickleness of a child’s crush and the promise of a woman’s love.

I remember this boy with nostalgia. I wrote tons of sappy poems to him and he told me he loved every one of them! Mind you, I also kept them and today, I’m very impressed that he found the courage to tell me how wonderful he thought they were:~)

I don’t regret this first love; I cherish it. It’s like other big “firsts” in my life that I remember fondly — the first time I rode my bike solo, my first day of school, my first date, and the list goes on. Some of my “firsts” haunt me, some make me laugh and some make me sigh, like my first love.

The One

Our relationship didn’t last long. Neither of us was ready for the commitment of love. We drifted apart. Eventually, he left school and got married. I haven’t seen him since. But when certain songs come on the radio; those songs about first loves, he’s the one I think about.

I don’t believe you ever completely get over the person who could have been “the one,” but wasn’t.

Of course, I have loved many times since this boy; loves that were more mature, enduring and lasting, but they were not the first and there’s something special about that first love. Don’t you think?

What about you?

If you choose to answer any of the following questions, remember that this site is rated PG :~)

What do you remember about your first love? How old were you? How long did it last?

What drew you to this person?

How did the relationship develop — was it like a quick fire or a slow burning ember that developed into a fire?

What immediately comes to mind when you think of your “first love” relationship — the beginning, the middle or the ending? Care to elaborate?

Is there a specific song that brings this “first love” to your mind?

What’s the question you’re dying to answer that I didn’t ask? Put it and your answer in the comment box.