A light drizzle is surrounding me as I wander through the gardens cutting flowers to put in the farmstand. It is sunrise, only the sun isn’t shining. The humidity seems high and the gnats are horrible and the mosquitoes are biting. I’m hot and my body heat is steaming up my glasses so that I can’t see. I couldn’t be happier. Birds are busily going about their morning routines, the chickens are still in the coops, protesting loudly that they want out. A large red-tailed hawk swooped down behind the big hen house and went after a nest of Robins. The tranquil bliss was brought to an end. The hawk has been hanging around here for about a week. Most disturbing to our little piece of paradise.
A new day.
My favorite time of the day.
The shadows are long and dew drops glisten in the grass.
Blowing on Dandelions and making wishes, all things seem possible at this hour.
Rain and snow fell from the sky most of the day. It is cold and it feels raw. Mostly it feels never ending.
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Life has been happening all so fast and full lately. Some good, some not so good. That’s life, isn’t it?
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These spring days are glorious, although a bit of a roller coaster with up and down temps. Oh and the wind. Gosh does it really need to blow this hard?
So, how was your weekend?
I did something this weekend, that I haven’t done in a few years.
Boy did it feel good.
Now before you guys go thinking something you shouldn’t, this is a clean post.
Morning Y’all. What’s new in your neck of the woods?
I’ve been working on some changes here.
Same blog name, new look. A funny thing happened on the way to writing this post.
As is often the case, I started to write about one subject and then it ended up being completely different from what I planned.
Truth is I struggle to blog. Pretty much every post I make, I think in my mind will be my last.
Early morning I carry a cooler full of eggs out to the road-stand. The dogs anxiously run ahead of me; they love hanging out under the tent. The first frost of the season clings to the grass glistening like a million diamonds in the sunlight.
In the garden of weeden.
It was a grey morning and the humidity hung thick in the air as I headed out to the big garden to sit and drink my morning coffee.
I rather like the overcast mornings in the garden because the colors seem so vivid and saturated and the camera loves it too.
As I head down the path my furry companions follow along.
TC stops to wander through the garden and Betsy settles in at my feet.
Eventually That Cat jumps up on the bench next to me and hugs me with his paw.
As I sat there on the bench I thought back to this spring when
I planted a section of wildflower seeds. This is where flowers and weeds would spring forth harmoniously and it would be ok.
Silly me, somehow I thought the weeds would remain contained to that one area.
Like a metaphor of life.
Sometimes the weeds take over, your path gets covered and plants pop up unexpectedly.
I find that if I see and hear with my heart, I discover the beauty hidden among the weeds.
The birds,bees and other flying, crawling creatures certainly don’t mind that I have weeds. So why should I?
The humming birds dart through the waist-high maze and find flowers to their liking.
Here is hoping you are finding some beauty hidden among the weeds.
See you later, bye!