EMILY'S ESCAPADES

It’s been another entertaining morning at my kitchen sink window. Doing dishes has never been so much fun. Yesterday I had my daily hummingbird wars, a new nest being built in my fuchsia plant, I watched a set of parent birds feed their babies in a different spot, and a squirrelly visit. Today a beautiful little yellowish bird flew into the window next to the sink. THUNK! “Oh no!” I yelled and rushed onto the porch. Dr. Emmie to the rescue. There it was lying on the cement fe

I’m really struggling with keeping my blog active. Lately I feel I have nothing worth while to say so I don’t. I fear I will bore someone. Is it a lack of self esteem, unworthiness, laziness? Who knows. Whatever the reason it’s unproductive and self-destructive. Several events over the last few weeks have given me gentle reminders of why I write. I’ve never considered myself to be an author of any sort even though I’ve always had a desire to publish something. So I write and