Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Make Hay While The Sun Shines

It's hay-baling time in Tennessee.
The sweet aroma of newly cut grasses float across gentle breezes.
Becoming fodder for the beasts on cold winter days.


Sunday, August 25, 2019


When the deer come out to play, Tom-Tilly runs over to them and lays in the garden.
They accept her like one of the group, especially the fawns.
She's watching for their evening visit.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019


Tom-Tilly is not a happy camper.
She took a trip to her veterinarian today, in order to get an allergy problem resolved.
It completely stresses her out, being out of her comfort zone, and to add insult to injury two shots in her bum before she's finished.
I'm in the cat house.

Monday, August 19, 2019

Little Moreton Hall

An amazing piece of historic architecture stands proudly on display in my home county of Cheshire, England.

Little Moreton Hall is arguably the finest half-timbered manor in England.
Built by Sir Richard de Moreton around 1450.
This spectacular like a fairy-tale manor, protected by a narrow moat. The house is built around an inner courtyard, reached through a projecting gatehouse. At the far side of the courtyard is the great hall, built by Sir Richard de Moreton around 1450. To the left are service wings, and to the right a chapel and solar, or private quarters for the lord and his family.


Wednesday, August 14, 2019

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 Ingalls Wilder



Sunday, August 11, 2019

Summer's Gold


 "Oh, the summer night
Has a smile of light
And she sits on a sapphire throne."

- Barry Cornwall

Thursday, August 8, 2019


Our morning started with a heavy fog, one that didn't lift until well into the morning hours.
Heavy pop-storms are now the evening normal, and lightning quivers in the night sky.
Down on Main Street there are signs of seasons-changing, Autumn wares and being displayed.
The last of the Summer flowers are steadfastly holding on...


Sunday, August 4, 2019



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


Thursday, August 1, 2019

August Days

August days are here.
Schoolchildren return to classes, the days now eerily quiet.
County fairs are in full swing, fun, food and frolic.
Summer days seem noticeably shorter.
And brilliant sunsets, light up the night sky.
The ebb and flow of seasons continue.


"Fairest of the months!
Ripe summer's queen
The hey-day of the year
With robes that gleam with sunny sheen
Sweet August doth appear."

           -  R. Combe Miller