Capering Around


By bounds and leaps, Cinder the dog, dragged me out in the morning for a walk. It was a beautiful morning, though. Smokey undertones covered the landscape in a eerily beautiful and golden glow. Today, her enthusiasm was tempered by my reluctant compliance (This happens every morning but it sounds more poetic this way, right?). The smoke surrounding the area, gave me pause in addition to my unwillingness because asthma, being what it is, does not tolerate less than perfect air quality. Never the less, I trotted after her, in as much as I could. You can see her in one of these pictures, she’s judging me; probably wondering why I make her stop so often. In another picture, she comes back to tell me, in no uncertain terms, pictures of a morning walk does not, in fact,  mean you are walking. She then pulled me to go chasing a rabbit that crossed our paths but I did manage to take a picture of today’s flower.




Braving the Sun


In the Summertime

If it’s autumn or winter where you live, what are you most looking forward to doing next summer? If it’s spring or summer where you are, what has been the highlight of the season so far for you?

I am a creature of darkness, one who likes to hide from the sun, summer in that sense represents the winter of my social life. However, with an extrovert young daughter to entertain, outdoor activities seem to be the highlight for this season and although I may start out reluctantly, in the end, it is a lot of fun.

I love to be indoors in the sweet embrace of air conditioned, climate controlled rooms where my cyber life can be accommodated and my social networking sites are the best way for me to stay in touch with family and friends, but his summer, the highlight of my activities has been the entertainment of my young daughter who loves being active right under the scorching sun.

This summer we are doing it all, you name it, horse riding, swimming, beach days, hiking and soon to be, all kinds of camping activities with the Girl Scouts, independent camps and horse camps. I do enjoy being with my daughter and I have to admit that even when I start these activities begrudgingly, I end up having fun. My tendency to choose indoor activities makes me oh, dear god, so reluctant to be in the sun, but you know what? It really doesn’t turn out to be bad at all.

Braving the sun is that moment when the only reason you want to discard an activity is solely based on whether it will be outdoors, but you accept anyway. I can’t tell you that I brave the sun a lot, most of the time the decision on what activity to do is done for me (have you ever met extrovert children?), but I can tell you that when I do, there is a great sense of accomplishment on my part, and usually an irrational desire to repeat the experience, which for a creature of darkness like me, it is very out of character.

Whatever the case may be, if you hide from the sun like me, I challenge you to go out and brave the sun a little. Just a little. See what happens.


Barbeque Blues

Thinking about today’s daily prompt, the first thing that crossed my mind was how I love the smell of smoke from fireplaces that float in the air towards evening on a cold winter’s night. I was sorely reminded however that in contrast with a smell I associate with comfort when sitting by the fire of a wood burning fireplace, summer brings about constant smoke from barbeques that in to my sense of smell is at times simply revolting.

Whether the fuel of a barbeques is propane, wood or charcoal, the moment the meal touches the flames, my nose is assaulted by a distinct scent of burning flesh that make my nostrils recoil in disgust. I’m not a vegetarian and do enjoy the flavor that barbeque meat acquires in the grill, but as far as the way it smells when I catch a faint scent in the air, I can’t help but to search refuge in the safety of a closed climate control room.

Summer brings about a lot of family-get-togethers or simply traditional meals in family backyards that often involved simple hot dogs and hamburgers. The smell of burning meat carries a long way especially if a light breeze gently disperses it over a large area.

There are perhaps many other smells I could associate summer with, but burning flesh is by far the strongest unpleasant smell that comes to mind when the weather turns nice. One person in the neighborhood may be using the barbeque grill to cook, but that is just enough for me to hide indoors until the smell is gone.



Creature of Winter

Written by margarita Morgan

June 21, 2014


While I don’t particularly yearn for earlier sunsets, as the summer solstice passes, I count the days for Fall and Winter to set upon our landscapes. When rain graces us with an abundance of its presence, my spirit thrives and I would walk with a sense of comfort if there was fog to guard my presence. Cold and darkness are in my nature, I am a creature of winter.

During Spring days when summer heat visits to announce its impending arrival, I dread the months ahead when I’ll be forced to be under the protection of climate control to alleviate a feeling of suffocation. There is nothing more frustrating to me than experiencing a wave of heat that is unrelenting and to which relief comes in the form of constant air conditioning. With no way to be outdoors under such circumstances, Dusk is my safe zone, but it arrives at a time of day when I’m getting ready to go to bed.

On the other hand, when the end of the year approaches, I open windows early in the morning to let cold, fresh air inundate the atmosphere. I like to put on a light sweater and now a scarf, to stall the effects of asthma, while I go about my business of watering my plants and walking around for a little exercise. Having a heater warm the house when cold is a nice and comfortable commodity, but I love to randomly open windows and doors to let a rush of cold air in to reinvigorate my spirits with a crisp jolt.

As the days get shorter, dusk arrives at a time when I can actually observe and enjoy sunsets. There is a comfortable air of joviality when we sit outside with friends and enjoy a conversation accompanied by a warm cup of tea, hot chocolate or coffee. Lighted by a string of Christmas lights, our little porch becomes a comfortable sitting room that provides many days full of stories and great conversations.

The longest day of the year, June 21 marks, for me the beginning of a journey back into winter. Although many hot days away, I tent to view this day with sense of forward expectation to the time of year when the seasons will bring air, cold and water back into play, a time when I can go out and play in my element of cold and dark days.




Set for Solstice

Today’s Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere). How are you taking advantage of the extra hours of light this time of year? Do you like it, or do you already miss earlier sunsets?