Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Nature's Living Lanterns



We enjoyed sitting on the porch in the cool evening air last night, discussing our day, and savoring an ice-cream cone.
In the darkness of the woods I noticed a tiny twinkling light nestled in the tree line, and then another, and several more......
The Lightning Bugs have returned !
Most people know about Lightning Bugs, cute little flying beetles with bottoms that light up at dusk to facilitate one task all life forms are driven to accomplish – reproduction.
In Middle Tennessee, our Lightning Bugs come out once the sun is well below the horizon and produce a bright yellow green light that blinks on and off in the gathering night.
In the coming few weeks the darkness of the woods will be lit by the twinkling lights and mating rituals of the Lightning Bugs, or Fireflies as known to non-Southerners, meeting and creating beautiful luminescence together.

Close your eyes and think back to the long hot summers of childhood.
Playing outside until late in the evening, sitting on the front porch eating ice-cold watermelon slices, listening to the crickets chirp, and the tree frogs sing.
Remember catching Lightning Bugs and keeping them in a Mason jar ?
They glowed beside you all night long sitting on your night table....
Innocence and childhood going hand in hand.

The magic has returned

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Simpler Times

Tropical storm Alberto is leaving it's mark on middle Tennessee, wind, rain and the possibility of those dreaded tornadoes.
I'm crossing my fingers, all will stay calm.
Our sweet little Tom-Tilly, has her wellness checkup with the veterinarian today,  she hasn't an inkling, probably best left that way.
 

 
 
 



Sunday, May 27, 2018

Lest We Forget


 
"Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours."

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Memorial Day: Arlington National Cemetery
 

 
 
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
 
~ Laurence Binyon: For the Fallen 1914

God Bless  all the service men and women, without whose unselfish commitment, our lives would be forever changed.
 

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Guess Who's Been To Dinner

The head gardener has fenced off three hundred feet of flowers and shrubs around the garden, here, there, and every blooming where.
The one spot, we had left to it's own devices and hadn't yet corralled , was devoured by this little girl, under the cover of darkness, and I'm sure, completely at leisure.
Ooh dear.



Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Under The Weather

We've been under blue skies and sunshine for the past few days.
Ninety degrees, and when it's that hot in Spring we are usually facing thunderstorms before the day is through.
True to form, as I'm typing, dark clouds have now moved in, and  blustery winds are whipping the trees.
Hoping wherever you call home, all is all calm.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, May 11, 2018

Springtime

Incredible blue skies and sunshine today. Lots of the stuff, it surely feels like we are in the midst of summer with this 85 degree heat.
Tom-Tilly has been paying close attention to the new frog at the little pond, it wears a kitty out.
The flowers are bursting out in full bloom, a virtual rainbow of colors, each day, a new surprise.
Mama birds are feeding their babies, and new fawns are making their appearances.
Hoping your day, is just as lovely.
 
 
 




 
 

 

Monday, May 7, 2018

A Man's Home Is His Castle


 
Each weekend throughout the merry month of May, thousands of people flock to Castle Gwynn in Arrington, Tennessee.
It's Renaissance Festival time, complete with jousting events, kissing-wenches, mead-drinking, arts and crafts, music, merriment and mischief galore.
What sets itself apart from all other Renaissance Festivals is it's distinction of being the only Renaissance Fayre held on the grounds of a real castle in North America.

Castle Gwynn is a startling replica of a 12th-century Welsh border castle and the private home of Nashville-native Mike Freeman, a portrait photographer, and his wife, Jackie, a retired schoolteacher.

The complete story of how the castle came to be, can be read here : http://tnhomeandfarm.com/castle-gwynn and is still an ongoing labor of love.

To view the 2018  Festival schedule and directions click here : http://www.tnrenfest.com/index.htm admission price includes a tour of the castle !

Royalty, nobles, knights and peasants, come one, come all....
'Tis most splendid!

Dragons welcome 

🏰

Saturday, May 5, 2018

May Days

 A steady spring rain has fallen all day.
The little pond is overflowing
Soft rainfall makes for happy flowers, and one grateful little frog.
 


 
 
 
 
  
 

 
 
 
 

Friday, May 4, 2018

Late Bloomer

Our Iris have finally bloomed.
It seems as though they are always late bloomers, long after most others in the neighborhood have put on their Spring show, ours slowly awaken.

They are from antique Iris stock, handed down from family member, to family member, these particular flowers being over a half a century old.
Tended with love and shared amongst the generations, from great grandmother, to great granddaughter.
                                                                               
 



The Tennessee State Flower

May your blooms be floriferous and in good form,
Distinctive, with good substance, flare, and airborne,
With standards and falls that endure, never torn.
May you display many buds and blooms sublime,
In graceful proportion on strong stalks each day,
Gently floating above the fans and the fray.
May you too reach toward the moon and stars,
Bloom after bloom, many seasons in the sun,
Enjoying your life, health, and each loved one,
Until your 'living days are artfully done.

~ Georgia Gudykunst
 

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Gingerness


 
I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed.
These things, to me, are expressions of love.

~ James Herriot