Peacocks in the front yard and owls in the backyard

Saw a beautiful little owl perched on the back of a patio chair in our backyard last night. The chair was very close to our living room door. Aside from being great to look at was it a sign? I wondered if owls are assigned any particular symbolism. Mr. Google says yes in fact owls are symbols of wisdom. That sounds right and familiar. In some cultures the owl indicates an ability to discern secrets. Oh and sometimes the owl is a sign of death. Could live without that last one. No pun intended. The bigger picture is how amazing to have nature so close. Several months ago a fabulous peacock liked our front yard. It was amazing to look at and was very bold to come right up to our front door. We live in a major metropolitan area so seeing these creatures so close is humbling. Wonder what peacocks stand for?
I live with my DH and DS. My DH has been very busy changing the aspect of our little ranch mouseburger house. I like to tell people it is a mid century modern house. But frankly I would love to dig up the architect who drew this house and kick his butt. Did someone tell him that he was supposed to make sure any essence of style or architectural beauty were completely absent? If that was the directive he did an awesome job. In the meantime my DH has taken the house to task and has fashioned with his own hands and all of his creativity a mid century livable ranch style house. I will strive to write about the renovations in another post. Today is about the front yard. He has completely changed the front. We had originally some 12 years ago or so agreed to let the garden be unruly. Allow it to be native and free. Coconut Grove style. If you have never been to Coconut Grove it is a fairly mature (for Miami) area with wild and lush gardens. Now the new vision is modern hotel, extend the house's living area to the outside chic. He is out there for hours and hours. I don't share the fondness for manual labor. But I can appreciate it. It is coming along nicely. I hope he finishes it soon. It could be years. The house is still under construction. And we started seven years ago. However, DH needs to have projects. I am thankful this small house that benefits us is his project. Here is before:

My yoga teacher quit today

I always wanted to start a blog. I love food and I thought I would write about food and restaurants. Have fun with it and write about happy occasions. Never got around to it. Today, I finally have the motivation to start a blog and it pains me that it starts during a sad time in my life and with the abrupt announcement by my dear yoga teacher. So one must be zen about it and declare when a door closes another one opens. But don't you get to that point in your life where it's one thing after another all unpleasant and you just want to pitch a fit toddler style? Granted in the grand scheme of things it is completely surmountable after all it is not cancer or death of a loved one. So I will move on. Reluctantly and apparently blogging. Now I must force myself to go to the gym or maybe I should walk the dogs?
By the way, its swiss cheese for brains because in this stage of my life it appears that I remember only certain things and other thoughts seem to pass through my brain as if through swiss cheese holes. So, when I remember I will post. Making myself a promise not to be a blogging whiner. In that vein, let me conclude on the Thanksgiving week by being grateful. Thankful for my beautiful son who is in middle school and struggling. Why is growing up so difficult? Does someone know how to transfer knowledge and wisdom to our children to save them from pain? Please let me know because I would so love to help him get through this phase. Thankful for a great husband who is difficult and passionate and loving. I love you DH. I pray for much peace for your process. Relax and enjoy our life please. Also, thank you Dad. You were a strange but nice and wonderful father to me. Thank you Mom, I know you did your best.
OK and now I am boring me. Happy Birthday blog!