Now in the midst of fall and looking into the maw of winter, I choose to remember the variety of summer clouds. I was constantly being shown new shapes and configurations in the blue skies overhead. This one looked just like an angel with his head down and his wings spread. I have others, masses of them taken on days when being outside was the only place to be and some were even taken while standing in the swimming pool since it was situated in the perfect spot to take photographs of the sky. The hill top where I live offers a plethora of views of land and sky and taking these pictures at different times of year shows how one spot never looks the same year round. Now ,when the chill winds blow and the cold raindrops fall, these spring and summer photos transport my soul back to warmer times when everything was new and vibrant and the sky was full of beautiful art!
Aye , and it is a very frosty morning that I woke up to. I did leave a tiny heater going last night ,mostly pointed towards the bathroom to keep the pipes warm but as for me, I like my bedroom cool so I can snuggle under the blankets with my pillow I shall call Percy. Yes, I’m single and mostly likely to remain that way as I have become most particular as to what man I allow into my life. First he must be single as I do not care to share with another woman and he must be addiction free, a Scotch now and then isn’t a problem but drinking the bar dry is! Self supporting is needed as my own coffers are severely sparse and while I love to share, two can not live on one potato! He needs to appreciate nature in all its glory and not averse to sinking a lure into the lake or stream now and then. A fond familiarity with reading would be nice as I do love to read but it dosn’t have to be “War and Peace”, “Field and Stream” does just fine. A love of camping is also agreeable so long as he agrees to dump the bucket. I can’t hit the broadside of a wide barn but if he hunts, I do adore a good deer roast. Affection is well received and freely given. I’m realizing ,as I write, I may only find this masculine ideal in my fictional writings but hope springs eternal so maybe ,just maybe , this fellow is out there somewhere lost in the real world, attempting to land on my doorstep. I assure you I am not holding my breath but I might just be casting the odd eye over there now and then just to check. So, now that I have flexed my writing muscle, perhaps I should travel over into the fictional world I have created and finish my latest short story. I just had the aliens vanish all animal and insect life on Earth, which has left the television news people speechless. Maybe that’s why I can’t finish. I am so very sick and tired of the real life versions that having silenced their fictional counterparts, I an unable to give back their voice! So, if you happen by and give this paragraph a loosee, enjoy it and your day!
Yes, I am starting again here. Been battling the worst writers block but a very wise and talented author friend says to ,”get your head out of your but” and so I surrender my “but” and embrace my “do”. Do write under any circumstances and do not worry so much about the nasty little editor that lives beside the writer in my brain , she needs to hush and drink a mojito! I chose this photo of mine to illustrate the fact that I set out to capture the morning glory in a photo and managed somehow to take a painting of one instead. Perhaps if I set out intending to just write, to set down my thoughts and opinions , something might happen to the block and all those fascinating characters and story lines will come flowing out, hooping and hollering like college students on a raft battling white water. So, Kristin Lamb, once again you have inspired me! Thank you!
I had one of those dreams last night, the kind where you are running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to herd baby chicks across a 8 lane highway . This ,of course, left me waking up feeling nervous and frazzled and I really do have too much to accomplish today to waste time on nerves so just in case any of you might be feeling the same way this morning for whatever reason I’m posting birds. Just listen to the birds,seagulls are notorious for their calls and usually it’s not a soothing sound but just listen to the birds .The sounds eventually get through the anxiety and one realizes that these are just communications, bird talking to bird. Now in real life, there are plenty of twits talking but just listen to the real avian population. It will calm you down and help you realize the truth of the matter. It’s Sunday, a lot of us have a very busy week ahead so take some time today to listen, just listen to the birds.
As I was walking down to Rocky Top last night, I caught the sun setting over the brow and there was just something about it. Something that made me stop and preserve the moment. The contrast between the bright sun and the white fluffy clouds, the pasture fence and the gravel driveway pleased my eye so I thought I would share it with you . I seem to post more sunrises or early morning pictures but that is due to my daily walk which didn’t happen today because I was carryings up a winding staircase last night and this morning so my morning offering has transformed into an afternoon meditation. Hope your weekend is going well and has relaxed you and brought a big smile to your face.
My mother has long tended her garden up here on Fern Hill as she calls our current domicile. Since it sits in mostly shade, hostas have been her plant of choice but there are other varieties included such as lilies and roses. The thing I enjoy most about her gardens are the touches of whimsy. The little fairies and the little house which was to have housed birds I think but migrated to ground level and serves as a gathering spot for the fae. A dear friend gave me his hammock and it sits in the midst inviting passersby to come lay a while and take it all in. We sat and discussed the relocation of the containers of plants down to what will become her new garden and a new opportunity to explore a different layout. Sometimes something different is what is needed, change things a bit for we can grow too accustomed to the way things are and miss out on something really spectacular . The whimsy will travel as well although I am hoping the decapitated St Francis will be laid to rest and perhaps a new one will take its place as guardian over the animals and plants. So, to Thursday, I raise my coffee cup and say GOOD MORNING and good luck to all!
Good morning moon! Didn’t I see you high in the sky last night? Do you ever truly sleep dear moon? Yes, it’s Wednesday and due to a strange dream last night, I woke up in an uninspired mood this morning so I give you the moon to contemplate in its many incarnations. Full moons are always very beautiful even if they do inspire lunacy and childbirth. I’m not as fond of partial moons,seems to me to be half empty but I am assured the whole moon is still there, just obscured. At any rate, do not follow my uninspired state today, look around and find not only inspiration but joy in the world around you and laugh hard at those who would do you wrong. Drives them absolutely nuts!