Through My Eyes                                              

Friday February 14




I thought we could use another warm bright summer day to help with the burden of this winter day.  Here we are at top of the Grove having  started up the water pump.  The trees leaves slowly rise all over the hillside as the popping and hissing drippers fill  and begin to give water to each of the trees.   From the cedars and the bramble patch comes the sound of birds singing.*  I promise to add more tomorrow... ( and we'll be seeing together in California! In the meantime as usual please see A Gentle Breeze.


Through my eyes

                                                                                                                      

* I know I read of hunting in Riding Windhorses. I myself try as much as possible to act in the way of harmlessness and avoid the alternative as much as possible ( I prefer my friends alive!).   However, as is the case with many native peoples enduring the harsh conditions of mountainous  places and long cold winters the Buryat  can't  adopt such dietary habits. Tibetans (you probably know this already) must also eat meat occasionally to survive.