The most perfect of Fall days.
Monday, September 27, 2021
Tuesday, September 21, 2021
Tuesday, September 14, 2021
These last days of Summer, a little decorating, a little gardening, a little relaxing.
Nights are drawing in fast, dark before the clock strikes seven now.
Our days are still seasonally warm, in these Southern United States, giving the opportunity to finish those end of summer chores, before Old Man Winter sets in
Leaves are beginning to gather, hummingbirds are making their way South, the rhythm of life is noticebly slowing.
Tuesday, September 7, 2021
Our trusty weatherman has predicted we'll be finally experiencing some Fall-like weather this week.
No more of the ninety degree days, but temperatures much cooler, and seasonal.
I can't wait to open the windows at night, enjoy the crisp air, and fall asleep to the sound of the screech owl calling.
Saturday, September 4, 2021
Wednesday, September 1, 2021
The cricket chirps in the noontide, making the most of what remains of his brief life.
The bumblebee is busy among the clover blossoms of the aftermath,
And their shrill and dreamy hum hold the outdoor world above the voices of the song birds,
Now silent or departed."-
Monday, August 23, 2021
When you are raised in a culture of hot tea-drinkers, from the time you are old enough to enjoy a milked-down version in your baby bottle, through infancy and youth and young adulthood, continuing throughout your life into senior days, you rarely pay any attention to your daily habits until someone points them out.
We were watching re-runs of Downton Abbey today, I couldn't help but smile as I watched the offer of "tea ?" being suggested at every twist and turn.
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
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 12, 2021
The triplet fawns are growing like little weeds.
Their spots are disappearing, and momma dear tries her best to run away, but they still insist on trying to feed, chasing her down the field.
Armadillos have moved into Middle Tennessee.....ooh joy.
Saturday, August 7, 2021
" 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. "