
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Farm Fresh Organic Produce!
I have taken a bit of a blogging break to get some things taken care of in my life. Besides it has been so hot so early in the season I had no energy to go out looking for pictures.
This lovely spot is just down the road at our local organic farm and CSA. They had a much smaller produce stand in years past but built this one late last year. They grow organic veggies, fruit, and flowers during the spring - fall season. I try to stop often to pick up fresh food for the house. It was a rainy day and the clouds swirled around the mountaintops. Hope you are all well and enjoying the holiday weekend for those in the States!
Straight Out of the Camera Sunday
Mosaic Monday
Macro Monday
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Happy Mother's Day!
| Rhododendron |
Our yard is still awash in spring color with babies of all species being born around us. This post is dedicated to mothers the world over of all species. Sending love and light to all, especially Mother Earth.
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is
Nature -- the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
In Forest -- and the Hill --
By Traveller -- be heard --
Restraining Rampant Squirrel --
Or too impetuous Bird --
How fair Her Conversation --
A Summer Afternoon --
Her Household -- Her Assembly --
And when the Sun go down --
Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket --
The most unworthy Flower --
When all the Children sleep --
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps --
Then bending from the Sky --
With infinite Affection --
And infiniter Care --
Her Golden finger on Her lip --
Wills Silence -- Everywhere --
Impatient of no Child --
The feeblest -- or the waywardest --
Her Admonition mild --
In Forest -- and the Hill --
By Traveller -- be heard --
Restraining Rampant Squirrel --
Or too impetuous Bird --
How fair Her Conversation --
A Summer Afternoon --
Her Household -- Her Assembly --
And when the Sun go down --
Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket --
The most unworthy Flower --
When all the Children sleep --
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps --
Then bending from the Sky --
With infinite Affection --
And infiniter Care --
Her Golden finger on Her lip --
Wills Silence -- Everywhere --
by Emily Dickinson
| On a foggy day. |
| Our rhododendron "tree" |
| White iris |
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| Young turkey in nearby field. |
| Our Lily and her daughter Smidge. |
| Purple iris |
| Yellow iris |
Flowers on Saturday
Scenic Sunday
Today's Flowers
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