Curtiss Ann Matlock's Blog, page 32

Good Mornin’!

Good morning to you! So often I have Debbie Reynold’s voice singing in my brain, the Good Morning song from ‘Singin’ in the Rain’. It’s a happy song, even if I Never stay up all night, not even when I was young.

Been on the porch some happy hours of reading now. I’ve watched the golden sunlight creep up on the trees around the pasture and then across it. It made a beautiful pattern on the old pecan tree. A squirrel jumped from one pecan tree into the old gnarled one, and just about fell. Miss...

Plans, and Interruptions

The birds just began singing. Sweet calls through the trees. One says, “Wake-up-wake-up-wake-up.” I can see the pasture clearly now in dusky light and the pecan tree turns from black to gray, day coming on like gangbusters. The air is light without scent, soft and welcoming. There are the headlights coming down the road–my guys arriving. Dear son stops to get Memaw’s newspaper from the driveway.

So we begin, and I’m reminded that this day I am given…

Ha, ha, great thoughts are interrupted. And...

Grateful

Good morning, dear hearts! A gray, overcast day after a rainy night, but so very pleasant. Crickets low and rhythmic; a bird sings out clear and sweet. Still bare-footin’ weather, but the air is lighter, enough so that the cats are scampering on the porch. And this morning I sure did not forget to lift the towel from the cushion and look underneath, making sure there was no snake or other creepy-crawly.

Sort of like what I did with myself yesterday–took a look beneath feelings. Did things a bi...

Running Away, in my mind

Wet morning, quiet and peaceful, and not a breath of a breeze, the air hot, yes, hot. I turned on the fan to blow away gnats and mosquitoes; it is welcome. The dark outline of trees that line the pasture begin to come into view, night lifting rapidly now. The day coming on, ready or not.

I’m not ready for today, nor was I ready for the frog that somehow landed on my leg that was curled up in the chair. I’d forgotten to shake the towel on the cushion before I sat down. The little critter–little...

Being and Becoming

I think it could be a House Wren. Of course, it might be any of a million birds.

The air is still and heavy and warm, but alive with bird calls, sweet trills and caws from the woods. Earlier there were loud waves of cicadas singing. The sky to the west roils with angry clouds. It is fall coming on inch by constant inch.

The little bird came back last night. I looked for him and found him on the front porch inside eve, rather than the back. The little mite stays there despite the bright porch li...

Keep on Keeping on

Looking at the Harvest Moon through the pecan tree. No clouds this morning. I feel blessed by the moon. And by a little bird that is tucked up on an inside ledge of the porch ceiling. A little grey-brown bird, with its head firmly in the corner, as if it feels if it can’t see the world, the world can’t see it. Well, I didn’t see it until my eye followed a tiny tree frog going up the post. For all I know the little bird has been there for days. I’ve been in and out the door, the cats wander be...

Did You See The Moon?

Whew, let me tell you when I stepped out on the porch, I stepped into a sauna, and that was in the dark, too. Sitting here doing nothing more than moving my fingers to journal and read, I’m sweating. For a bit, clouds scudded across the Halloween moon that showed through the fork in the pecan tree. Now the moon is this big yellow ball right smack through the tree fork, like something out of a movie. The crickets and cicadas are making a agitated cacophony, and breeze is blowing high in the tr...

Change What You Can

My goodness, sunrise is not now until 6:38. Time marching on into fall, no matter the warmth of this early morning. The air is heavy, so heavy and quiet, sparse bird sounds here and there, and yes the crickets. So funny how they are in perfect rhythm and a background that goes unnoticed mostly. Cicadas will likely come later, as the sun dawns with heat. It rained–thank goodness!–yesterday evening, and the dampness is fresh, with a thin fog laying over the pasture and yard.

With the Audubon Bir...

Do What You Love and Leave the Rest

Oh, there goes the ‘jibberty-jibberty’ bird! Calling out into the quiet morning stillness. Summer is back and heavy this morning. Using the fan to blow away mosquitoes again. A thin fog lays in the pasture and down the road, the pecan tree a dark sentry against a graying sky as night lifts away.

The morning stillness is alluring. I like to just sit here and soak it up. It’s like the noise and activity come with the sun. Once the sun comes up, I’m swept up into the vortex of the world, I think....

Standing Up On The Inside

Good Sunday morning! Cool 69* here! Open windows, and I went to put on a robe. A summer weight robe, but one all the same. Perfect weather, because I’m still bare-footin’. No breeze, not a ripple of a tree leaf, peaceful and quiet, except for a very noisy scolding squirrel, who appears quite upset about something. He should be upset. Yesterday evening I was standing under a pecan tree and got hit in the head by a piece of pecan shell. Broken pecan shells litter the ground beneath the trees, t...