The rhythm of my life.

My life on the Concord River follows the rhythm of the river herself. The life I share with the all the living creatures who inhabit my small piece of paradise is one that offers great pleasure and, at times, perils. I get to watch as the drama unfolds, wondering if the animals I have come to cherish will survive the rules of the game Mother Nature set in place eons ago.

Franny has been attacked! She’s fine but has a bloodied wound on her head, probably delivered by the bird of prey who’s been lingering across the river.

At first I thought ‘osprey’ but when he made a bold move and came onto my property there was no denying it–hawk.


The shape of the tail eliminates Cooper’s hawk and leads me to believe its a sharp-shinned hawk. Either way, its talons are designed to grab and its beak built to rip. Last summer I watched a hawk grab a drake from the water, lift it about thirty feet into the air then drop it. The poor thing landed with a plop, quack, then flew off toward Lowell.

Back to Franny. She’s fine just more timid and in need of some Neosporin.

Clemant has been keeping a weathered eye out for any other creatures who would like to chomp on his lady love while Franny naps.


If I had to choose my favorite season it would be early spring. Uncovering my babies is like opening wondrous gifts. As I pull back the leaf litter each tender shoot smiles up at me. It’s like welcoming old friends into my life once again.

While cleaning the gardens I always have my camera ready which allowed me to capture a tender moment–the ceremonial feeding between Northern cardinals.


This is the second time I’ve witnessed the Northern cardinal’s bonding ritual. The male cracks a sunflower seed then feeds the meat to the female. In essence he’s saying, “Be mine. I will protect you and your eggs.” Or he might be saying, “Meet me behind the large oak. I’ve have handcuffs and a whip.” One never knows these days.

Today is April 3 and there’s snow falling on the Concord River. Mom Nature you certainly keep me guessing. You couldn’t do this before I uncovered all my plants. Now they’re blanketed in white and probably shivering to beat the band. Oh well, I’m sure you know what you’re doing.


Along with the snow I received a pair of house finches…


…and a lone female Northern cardinal.


Life on the river is never dull.


Now for a blatant, selfish plug of my book. Yes, my book.


I’ve written a romance novel and it’s available for pre-sale on Amazon. and will go live on June 21, 2016. Yes, there will be a paper version for those of you who enjoy holding an actual book, allowing for folded corners and kinesthetic awareness.

You can visit my website at and, (drum roll please) ta da, I’m on Facebook (Oh dear! I never thought I would write those words.)

So there you have it. Three ways to connect with the author that lives inside of me. Like me on Facebook, chat with me via River Lady Press and buy my book, please.

(End of commercial announcement.)

I’ll leave you with a home movie, post injury, of Franny and Clemant. Blessed be. πŸ™‚


About tinthia

Wondering, searching, and wandering, I'm an earth witch with a desire to get it right in my lifetime. The flow of the river feeds my inner goddess and fuels my soul. Blessed be. :}
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2 Responses to The rhythm of my life.

  1. Dyan says:

    So grand how you describe all the natural wonder surrounding your lovely home!!!For us urban dwellers it is fun. An astonishingly lovely spot for sure! The book is absolutely fabulous!!! Loved it!!!!

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