Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Beautiful Fall...

The morns are meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
Emily Dickinson

Love the fall! Bright, clear skies. Crisp air. And the scent of smoke about
as yards are raked... the crunchy remains of the summer
removed and the plants enjoy a much deserved
Wonderful evenings spent with the family out by the fire.
Discussing the week to come.
And what to plan for next weekend!

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Flowers Everywhere You Look!!

This time of year, there is so much more to see along with the gorgeous turning trees
and cool weather flowers. I enjoyed my usual walk around Wiggins for the annual
merchants Halloween Trick-or-Treating!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Favorite Time of Year

Happy Halloween!!

by Jesse, leadmare.com
As the world whips by
I hear the beat of my horse's pounding hooves
The concerns and worries of life rushing away
In a fury of wind and leaves.

Saturday, March 6, 2010


The garden is free of leaves, branches and winter scatter. I was at Wal-Mart yesterday and saw ladies purchasing tomato plants... pepper plants... and all kinds of annual flowers. I am thinking it would be best to wait... two more weeks perhaps.

The horses are not shedding their winter coats yet. Which tells me, the cold weather is not over!!


And I have so very little of it.

Saturday, February 27, 2010

Pansies at the Pond

Playing with the layout... will probably have to edit a couple of times... also playing with a different camera (as mine quit... my new digitial SLR will be here Monday... Yippee!!)

An angle can make a complete difference. Aperture setting.
And then you get a completely different look.
Isn't Photography fun??!!
Enjoy your flowers.

Friday, February 26, 2010

Early Spring Visitors

Like a beautiful pink camellia that's how you appear to me
That bloom in chilly August on it's dark green mother tree
So bright and fresh and pretty in the wintery wind and rain
That's how you've always looked to me and that's how you will remain.
The beautiful camellia flower that blooms fresh and young today
In two or three weeks if that long will have gone into decay
For flowers have such a brief span they quickly fade away
Francis Duggan
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green,
Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes,
Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between
Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes.
I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration
Of green fires lit on the soil of the earth, this blaze
Of growing, and sparks that puff in wild gyration
Faces of people streaming across my gaze.
And I, what fountain of fire am I among
This leaping combustion of spring? My spirit is tossed
About like a shadow buffeted in the throng
Of flames, a shadow that's gone astray, and is lost.
D.H. Lawrence (1916)
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring!
Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers!
The climbing sun with new recovered powers
Does warm thee into being, through the ring
Of rich, brown earth he woos thee, makes thee fling
Thy green shoots up, inheriting the dowers
Of bending sky and sudden, sweeping showers,
Till ripe and blossoming thou art a thing
To make all nature glad, thou art so gay;
To fill the lonely with a joy untold;
Nodding at every gust of wind to-day,
To-morrow jewelled with raindrops. Always bold
To stand erect, full in the dazzling play
Of April's sun, for thou hast caught his gold.
Amy Lowell
The hens are out enjoying the sun in their favorite dusting hole! Soon there will be scads of fuzzy bundles following their mother around the yard. Baby chicks are indeed a "flower of spring"

And Broosty Roosty is awaiting his chance to nail me when I turn my back and the opportunity arises! He is a sneaky little dickens.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

The Birds Are Ready For Spring As Well!

You have to believe in happiness,
Or happiness never comes...
Ah, that's the reason a bird can sing -
On his darkest day he believes in Spring!
~ Douglas Malloch ~
A bird came down the walk;
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swam.
~ Emily Dickinson ~