the backyard

September 14, 2009

My favorite tree. It nearly stretches to our back stoop, and its bottom-most leaves are shoulder-level.


As E and I like to sit under it occasionally, I have been praying its root system is much stronger than that of its neighbor’s.



The path, late May.


The path, early September.


Last night, when I was picking up some fixins for jambalaya, Marshall spotted a red-tailed hawk flying past our windows. He approached the back room slowly with the camera, and sure enough, it was perched on the railing. It looked straight at him through the back door.




But didn’t seem to care much.

4 Responses to “the backyard”

  1. Brenna said

    that’s awesome. all I ever see up close are vultures–you know, like the cartoon ones w/ red featherless heads. They’re jyNORMOUS.

  2. Bethany said

    I was just talking with Mama today remembering when I was at the cabin a year ago, and was sitting on the porch hitting an emotional low, full of fear, feeling totally overwhelmed, praying some kind of something, and a big hawk flew right in front of me and landed on a branch close by and just sat there for awhile. Go google “hawk symbol of.” Good stuff.

  3. IPS said

    1) The path looks like it’s straight out of a fairy tale or something. It makes me think of I CAPTURE THE CASTLE (have you read that?).

    2) I’m so surprised the hawk came that close!!

  4. IPS said

    Saw your blog comment. Up every hour for two months straight sounds TERRIBLE! Sadly, it appears we’re heading in that direction with Eli. I’m hoping it’s just a temporary thing, a growth spurt maybe, but he’s gone from sleeping a six-hour stretch every night to up every two or three hours, and now his nighttime sleep stretches are just getting shorter and shorter. ugh!! I’m scheduling a sick day this week to stay home and sleep.

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