Along with our human neighbors, on this often wind-swept
ridge, we are frequently visited by deer, turkey, opossum and pesky
raccoon (or two). Bobcat, foxes, and
coyote wander the streets and the bird population is colorful and varied. The black bear moms bring their cubs to the
spring-pool below the house and Bill, the six and half foot long black snake
patrols the landscape and the hardscape for the frequent deer mice and the
occasional copperhead. Red, a wood pecker, never fails to visit and greet me
with a small screech when I sit in the alcove on the south-facing front of the
house to read and soak in the sun. .JPG)
I hope that my work over the past five decades of my 70 plus
years, much of it mentioned in this blog, has contributed in some small way to
help maintain the beauty of life on Earth and will continue to do so over
whatever time I have left.
Let me conclude these posts with the closing lines from the
Navajo Night chant sometimes called House Made of Dawn.
In beauty it is finished
In beauty it is finished
In beauty it is finished
In beauty it is finished
