First, I want to nudge you all a bit – it’s June, and Karma has issued her photo challenge for the month. Go check it out – this one is definitely going to require me to think a bit, and maybe even cultivate a bit of imagination. Maybe even get creative. We’ll see how that goes!
As for the rest of this post, who knows? A potpourri of photos and words, methinks.
This one should not have my name on it – it was sent to me by my sister-in-law, to show me what she and my brother are up to these days. They have an old farm in Minnesota with lots of land where they spend their summers. Winters these years are spent in a smaller place in New Mexico, where it is much warmer than it is in Minnesota in the winter. Granted, my brother and his wife are about 9 years younger than I am, but their physical activities are – how shall I put this – much more challenging than mine are. Or were, even at that age. This wall, she says, is a test. If they decide they like it, it will become permanently attached to the silo, and, I suspect, will grow.
After a rain, this iris reached out, flaunting its beauty, drawing me towards it with my camera. She is a lovely girl, is she not? A very bright spot on a gray day, which is always welcome. Don’t you think so? We can all use lots of those in our lives, and they are out there to be found even if you might have to search on some days.
This morning two of the sprinklers came together in the glow of the morning light, catching my eye. I know I’m repeating myself, but I do so love the morning light. I love the morning quiet. Just as I would like spring and fall to linger longer, I would like the morning and evening light to linger longer. Cast its magic angles, creating long shadows, hover in its golden glory as time hesitates, for just a bit.
In that golden glow, our golden girl gathers information, concerned that something strange may have walked upon the path overnight. She is all dolled up with her bandana, a badge that announces that she, along with her sister, visited the groomer yesterday. We have clean, pleasant-smelling, fluffy dogs. So much nicer then when I try to do the bath thing at home.
The Bailey, also with her pink bandana, lies at the end of the morning room deck gathering information from the air, waiting for mom to throw the ball for her. Eventually she will give up on the ball and come inside to nap. Until I say the magic word “outside?” then she will pop to attention, seek out the perfect ball and run to the door.
On this lovely morning, I wish you all enough. A potpourri of joy and peace.