Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Gems of July

In the beginning of July, fireworks shower the air with iridescent colors so luminous I could stare at them for hours, but the blasts of light only last a few seconds before dissipating into the night. Yet, another type of colored spectacle is visible each July from my front porch. They will pose for pictures and linger for hours.

Hummingbirds visit my house each July around Independence Day and stay for the whole month. We feed them with a regular hummingbird feeder. There is nothing fancy about the spot we have created for them. 

One hummingbird liked our simple hospitality though. So much so that she decided to tap Mom on the arm for a thanks. I wrote a poem about the experience. It's too bad I didn't see it myself!


Gem of July

Buzzing 
Humming 
A gem quite rare 
She came behind and poked me there 
Right on my shirt, mistaken for a flower 
Then flitted away at sunset's hour 
A tiny hummingbird mistook me for a flower! 

by Jessica Herzog



Here are some of the pictures Mom captured of the cute little birds. It's amazing they could be caught on camera at all due to their speed!
The green and brown is my favorite color combination.

I love the way the feathers on his neck look like scales.


Yes, the sugar water is right up there...
Some yoga pose!



* Special thanks to Cindy Herzog for letting me use her awesome pictures! *

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Questions of a Wander

Dear Readers,
     I have to apologize for my sporadic posting. My goal was to post every other Sunday, but I got busy. Luckily, I came up with a few ideas to prevent lapses. Maybe I won't stick to such a rigid blogging schedule...

     At least my thoughts flow freely. I came up with a poem today that illustrates how stressed I've felt due to the ever present aura of life not going exactly as planned. I thought schedules prevented chaos, yet I'm proven wrong once again! Regardless, I will work to improve my posting and you all can work on reading about my feelings. Enjoy!
Sincerely,
        Jessica




Questions of a Wander
Why would I spend my time somewhere else if it weren't just to escape myself?
My travels aren't out of hatred, nor a quest for love; it's just that peace is a precious thing found in the clouds above.
If I hide in a forest, could I forget my confusions?
Does the climbing of a mountain bring me closer to igniting changes?
Is the reflection resting in the lake what I can't see sitting on the shore?
If I traveled far enough, would my inner self feel chaotic no more?

by Jessica Herzog