The Dawn Song

The Dawn Song

A loud cacophony of song and twerp and twill awakens me out my bedroom windowsill…

A wildly chirping bird is singing strong full out and I have the thought “What must all this ruckus be about?”

“Is it the dawn that has provoked your excited state for me to appreciate?”

I toss and turn and then rise up from my night time slumber to hobble on still slothful feet having surmised that I am the one missing something sweet…

Hazy Days, Heat and Tiger Lilly

Alone on the Blue Ridge yesterday morn, it was
not a good time for a photograph! The mountains
were covered in a haze...making them disappear
one by one, into the background. Bottom:
Can you see the ridge in the furthest background?
That's a big one! Top Two: Our heat wave on
the mountain was momentarily broken by one
cool thunderstorm. My front yard Tiger Lillie's
stand about 6 feet tall...long and spindly but they
did look marvelous in the light rain!
Love love that orange!
Enjoy your day.
Oh. Photos of our garden
produce will be coming...soon!

A Good Beginning

The Morning...

Good Beginning

Sunlight streaming in to rouse my muddled head

Dreams they rattle round and round I coddled while in bed

My old house is a painting with spots of marmalade that taste good

In these sunlit morns, bathing in the light that adorns the glass, the wall, the wood

Strongly angled rays like ribbons, the mountain sun-it touches

Bringing the inanimate to life--

Cupboard doors they delight me, window panes they excite me

The more shadowy places of a once tricky nature are not now misunderstood.

My thoughts they are stirring; drip drip onto paper…

A watery scene, it takes place--

With dolphins that jump to thrill me and swimming sea cows friends who lumber

Dressed in gowns of the forest and sweet-faced.

Robins arrayed in splendor swooping down in celebration

They fan my sweat beaded brow…

My painting consumes me and I hasten away

To a night filled with stars cool as ice

From my fingertips the light beams

And I draw another of borealis color swept across the midnight sky

Collecting it in a cavern, it echoes round the chamber

I see a psychedelic swirl of colors passing me by…

Alone on an island, white water-crystal, trickles down off of a ruby-red shore

Then back in my office, I hear it chiming with the rhythm of a tick and a tock

Back in my armchair, I awake from my dreaming, with thoughts like puzzle pieces strewn, lit up by the sun on the floor.

The Magnificent Magnolia Blossom

My absolute favorite blossom of all time is the
Magnolia grandiflora L.; the Southern Magnolia
blossom. This is a lush, full deep green tree heavy
with big soft vanilla colored blossoms. I captured this one
(and yesterday's photo of its inside parts) near Salisbury,
N.C. We do not have this plush variation here in the
High Country (above 4000 feet.) Ours is more
spindly looking with longer petals and not
quite as full. I was eager to photograph
this blossom last weekend!
What a beauty!

Question...

What...
is it?!
:-)

Your Favorite

Your Favorite

I am your favorite song hummed aloud on a moonlit night under the stars lined up bright like a kite string sailing

Just play me

I am the morning mist as it settles down on the thirsty slack plant leaves still hot from the sultry sun of yesterday’s heat

Drink me in

I am a fine wine cultured full with body musty luscious green grapes fat dripping off an old vine

Sip me slowly

I am water rushing to surge over the falls edge glimmering full out in the sparkling summer sun’s ray

Wash yourself clean

I am the story unraveling mysterious with hidden meaning that glints across the cave at you golden

Line your pockets

I am a thoroughly fit small child well clad skipping the rope nimble higher and higher I go

Jump for awhile

I am the mist as it curls 'C ' off the gentle mountain’s slope like the long sweet caress that it is and I am drifting up

Think with me

I am the frothy cream thick and bubbling sweet perched upon the little cup’s edge

Let me linger

I am the shade of a sea of oaks rising up straight like soldiers standing serene in the hollow's green grass

Stay awhile.

Leona

Leona

Seized by the back of my hair, I found myself being overpowered and pulled straight back and down and then down again to the cold, hard linoleum. Stunned, in a flash of time, I thought back on all of my coaxing and the seemingly careful consideration I had given to Leona and her puzzling ways. I thought I had ‘tamed’ her; subdued her sometimes reportedly savage behavior with my winning, confident way about her. I believed that she might have even seen me as ‘safe.’ But this day, I found myself being rescued by my co-workers, unharmed but with the wind temporarily taken out of my sails. Whatever ‘score’ that there was to be settled, in Leona’s eyes, it was satisfied for the time being. Or was it just her madness getting the better of her that had caused her to so plainly assault me? In any event, she had caught me totally off guard. It was me…turning for a small moment in time to get her an item that she needed, trusting implicitly in the agreement that I thought that we had, and she had taken advantage.

How is it that…even ‘professionals’ can think that we know so much about someone…when we really know so little?

It was 7:00 A.M. and I had already been unwittingly pulled right down on to the floor. I knew that maybe I was lucky. The one totally unpredictable thing that always seemed to happen in this (crazy) place that I worked at each day…had already played itself out.

But I did learn one thing that day. Never turn your back…on Leona.