The 'almost white' daylilies (genus Hemerocallis) looked stunning in the early morning light filtering through the trees in my backyard this A.M. They are such a strong and a proud flower, sturdy looking really. But as I understand it, their blooms do not last long (which is why they are not used in cut flower arrangements often, if at all) The early morning light made them appear almost magical.
I don't paint often (right now) but I did manage to decorate a tin bucket with pine handles that I got at a yard sale for $1.00. (what a deal, eh?! :-) ) I love painting, I truly do, but with all of the housework that I carry as a load I rarely get motivated and have the energy (at the same time) to pull my painting things out and actually complete a project! I am hoping to set up a utility room that we have so that I can have my crafting/painting/ clay/fiber materials and tools and projects handy to just walk in and work on a project I have going at my whim. That's the only way to go when trying to make use of snippets of time! Here is a sample of my work (however) that I did complete just last week, entitled "3 Trees of Pine" (I am feeling a bit Christmas-y this week, apparently...) The trees here in the High Country always inspire me due to their obvious personalities and their great beauty! What do you love to do for a hobby or for your own artistic funny bone, I wonder....?!?
These photos kind of speak for themselves.... Ready for a cool break from the heat wave? I am. I cannot believe how these woods transform into a snow and ice capped wonder! :-) What are you favorite things... about winter? Mine? How the snow looks like shaving cream that is edible draped over even the ugliest of shapes giving them a romantic feel.
O.K. I am back after taking a few days off to clean, prepare and tend to some family business!! Today I have for you...agarden guessing game! Can you guess what vegetable from our current somewhat soggygarden (from to much precipitation...) is in each photo?? I will announce the winner on this blog! And...please share your veggie photos as well!! Be a veg head! And just veg out! -Be good- and take yourVitameatavegamin.
[Anyone who 'gets' this reference will 'earn extra points' and an extra shout out (Yes, from myself...personally!!)]
You came to me in a cloud Yes, you did-- like the mist that settles in on my shoulders, warming me up and draping me in lace, again. You came to me in a dream Yes, you did-- settling down from up above like a dove that descends (anew) in dark the chambers of my mind. You came to me in a ray of sunshine Yes, you did-- illuminating everything that you touch. You came to me in my womb Yes, you did-- as an idea implanted, inside. You came to me as a tender shoot Yes, you did-- like the new growth of a young plant, freshly lime. You came to me like a second chance; Yes, you did-- it was like being born, yet again. You came to me as a way of seeing Yes, you did-- seeing inside. You came to me on the night wind Yes, you did-- like a prayer. You came to me as a flickering flame drawing me in to yourself, as you do Yes, you did-- and I could see you far off, in the distance. You came to me and all is well Yes, you did-- regardless of the 'ins' and the 'outs' of a great (many) things. You came to me like the drink of cool water that you are and I am invigorated Yes, you did-- I am refreshed and made whole. You came to me with hoary head imparting your wisdom Yes, you did-- And now, I can (more than) make it through another day. You came to me as a warrior knight in the midst of my pain Yes, you did-- and as you know (full well) I have come to slay the dragon.
Mist Rising in Background But Cleared in Foreground
It was a wet weekend. It was quite a bit cooler, here with much rain! I'm afraid that because of all the moisture this season...our garden is dwarfed (even.) I catch my husband standing in the garden, inspecting, and mourning this thought. We took a ride on Saturday, though, and managed to find this wonderful mountain mist rising on a hill. I never tire of watching the mist gracefully (and playfully) rise up and off of the mountain tops when the day starts to heat up. It is a constant source of wonder, to me. :-)
My daughter left this morning to go to the beach in northern South Carolina-so my thoughts are of the 'beachy' kind this A.M. She packed her swimsuit, towel, flip-flops and the like...here (in 'honor' of her summer trip with a girlfriend...) are (some) of my favorite 'beachy' scenes. I seldom have the need to get to the beach these days. Here in the mountains of North Carolina, the abundant waterfalls, streams and gorges present my soul great beauty and is wonderfully satisfying for me. Here also (Top Three) are (just) a few...of those. And I send many blessings to you of the watery, summer kind...
Dance for me, my pink sky as you pass on by. Clouds aloft, like dreams that drift, do cause my thoughts to stir and lift. Dance for me, clouds of gray as I stand and cast my glance your way. Dance for me, my beauties fine clouds that travel, billows of the divine. Dance for me or I will tell of the lazy day and the heavy-hot summer night where the air was so still and laid upon the breast of this, our fair hill as a water blanket-- here my beaded brow did long for any breeze to transport... the hot, cloudless sky that is my gift tonight.
Tightly woven miracle,baby bird's nest. I could not work you so-with my hands... Immortalized you are-in the Smithsonian (of all places.) I cannot altermy appreciation for the tiny beak that persevered to weave you so- like a small straw purse, perfect in form and so lovingly adorned; functional home, a roofless wonder. A sanctuary, you are- made of twigs and straw. A delight to investigate. Tiny hands carefully hold youafter your makers have flown, so great a natural wonder--you are. Much just like a baby's shoes that have been bronzed, I have tried (in my own manner) to immortalize you, here.
(Due to some family circumstances, I am taking a break from posting. Back soon :-))
gravel road (this weekend, past) and came around a big curve high up and found this lovely, huge curvy field of Christmas trees growing on a hillside. They were in the forefront as well, so the photo does no justice to the vastness of the shot. The trees went on 'forever;' in the middle of 'nowhere' (Top Two.) Just click the photo to get a feel for how huge this field was against the skyline... I think that in all likelihood, life is much like this....you come around a big bend in the road of life and something you never expected (that is good and well and fine) is waiting there for you... :) Bottom Photo: A lovely deep red barn that stands aloneon a hilly mountainside with color that 'pops' against the lushness of the summer green grass...
This morning, I saw the mother (still chirping at us) with a baby sitting in the tree in front of our house. When I was walking toward the house, two of the babies flew over the roof line, playing and they looked like two little rockets; traveling fast and furious! This family is out and about and survived their very sequestered beginning in my front door fuchsia planter! Voila!!
Mountain beyond the mountain All places we must go. Mountain beyond the one I'm climbing preparing me, you know. Mountain after mountain each journey worth the climb Mountain peak and mountain view each one special, each one new... Horizon after horizon All calling me to push venturing beyond what is safe With limit after limit breached and all upon my dusty foot... Sunset after sunset with color that never pales Until I reach my resting place Pressing, I will prevail. Mountain after mountain peak and singing all the way What I see from the valley fair is calling out to me. Mountains, limitless mountains all standing in a row Like soldiers they remind me of places I have yet to go. Glory upon glory and wonders all round I stand and gaze on mountain peaks for this is hallowed ground. Mountain after mountain peak and pressing all the way With story after story to tell I'm leaving on my way. Fair mountain you are a friendto me I tuck you near my heart Calling to travelers everywhere To up and run, to leave...depart! Shake off the dust of yesteryear And breath in something new Fair mountain with one hid behind is calling out to you... So pack then, lightly friend brave travelers alike And we will feast on mountain airs upon this, our lofty hike. Soldier on, yes soldier on and we will greet the day Standing where our ancestry stood stalwart, come what may. Mountain fair, O mountain friend to you we rise and sing All gathered 'round as children glad, receive this, our offering. Mountain looming, mountain next to you we must away And stand as the tomorrow shines Aglow, as our yesterday. Fair mountain on horizon, lifting you beckon to me and call... I will conquer and upon you stand for you are fairest of them all! Arise, O slumbering nations! and enter in to rest... Banishing strife and your warring cease to receive our Maker's very best... For we each, are gentle warriors on this, our Earthly home; each precious day a gift on display to unwrap, to discover and to gently hold. And treat this one time journey just like a loving child... Held so sweetly to your breast never left soiled, tired...undressed And with a lightness in your step run free, run brave, and run wild.