Friday, August 24, 2018

Motionless


The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. "

~Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting


 





 
 

 

 

 

Friday, August 17, 2018

Oliver Love



 
What greater gift than the love of a cat?
~Charles Dickens
 

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Little Things That Make Me Smile

 "As the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common, everyday blessings of our common everyday lives for which we should be particularly grateful."
                                                            ~ Laura Ingalis Wilder
                                                                                                                    
 
                                                         


 

 
 
 
 


Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Mary Mary Quite Contrary

Our precious little great-granddaughter will be here in just five short weeks, we are beyond excited.
I have always loved traditional nursery rhymes, and remember learning them in nursery school at the tender age of four..
I believe they have led to my lifelong love and appreciation of poetry and prose.
I'm hoping little Ensley Kate, will share that same fondness.
 


Sunday, August 12, 2018

Autum's Calling

Despite sultry August days, subtle signs of changing seasons are all around.
Summer days are noticeably shorter. There is a cooler rush to the evening air.
Down on  main street the shopkeepers are displaying their Autumn flowers, and the feel of changing seasons is afoot.
The Summer's Gold Lantana blooms heartily,  as if it knows Summer's loveliest smile, is fleeting.



 

Thursday, August 9, 2018

Holding On

Despite a lovely wet spring, our summer months have been dry.
Rainfall has been scarce and the trees are showing early signs of Autumn.
Tennessee has some of the most spectacular Autumn palettes, I can't help but imagine this year the leaves will have already fallen off the branches, once the cooler weather arrives.
*Sigh*


 
 
 

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Wildflower Beauty

One of the sure signs, that Summer is waning, is the return of the Passion Flower..


 


 
Resembling something of an underwater sea-creature, the Passion Flower resides far from the ocean, in land-locked Tennessee.
It was first named as the official state flower in 1919 and then in 1939 the iris was also named the state flower. In 1973 legislation was passed designating the passion flower as the state wildflower and the iris as the state cultivated flower.

Also known as the maypop, wild apricot and the Ocoee, passion flowers grow wild in the southern United States and South America. Ocoee is the Indian name for the passion flower (also used in the name of the Ocoee River and valley in Tennessee and the city of Ocoee in Florida). American Indians considered Ocoee the most beautiful of flowers.
I can't help but agree.
 

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

August Days

August has begun with cooler temperatures, and breathtaking sunsets.
Schoolchildren return to classes, the days now eerily quiet.
County fairs are in full swing, fun, food and frolic.
Summer days seem noticeably shorter.
 The ebb and flow of seasons continue.