Another crisp morning

I find myself enjoying tossing scoops of deer corn off the 'porch balcony' hoping to gain the communing of the graceful creatures.

Baby it's cold outside!

What a cold and windy day. Even I was culled to the bone.

A deep thought

In particular to non churched people imagine you see a car coming at yours and you have no place to go and know you're about to get hit. What or who do you suddenly cry out for? Who, instinct lay do you call out to? Ever think maybe we're plumed that way?