A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
{this moment}
Friday’s Fence
We’re enjoying the beautiful almost-autumn tones of the roadside, as the greens are slowly giving way to shades of yellow, orange and brown. Here and there little sections of leaves on some of the trees are turning. Right now it’s difficult to embrace the changing season, but you can feel it coming, especially in the mornings.
Joining Life According to Jan and Jer for Friday’s Fences
Metamorphosis
“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Mesmerized by a monarch butterfly in the midst of morning chores
Time had to be taken to sit in the wet grass and watch
Watch as it slowly opened and closed its wings
Open… close… open… close… now and then a little flutter
Newly emerged from its chrysalis… metamorphosis
As if defying summer to end
Remnants of Isaac
As if in answer to prayer, the remnants of Isaac arrived late Saturday afternoon and settled in with a steady rainfall that began to re-fill the cistern at the barn which had run dry.
Then just as the rain began to clear late Sunday afternoon, we were treated to the sight of two flocks in the graveyard field… our lamb flock and a large flock of wild turkeys. The turkeys have spent a lot of time in the pastures this year. It’s nice to see so many of the little ones have escaped the fox. It is a joy to watch them, and we’re thinking that they might help with parasite load.
We’re heading to the barn early today. We’re scoring the lambs and then separating the ram lambs from the ewe lambs. The ‘kids’ are growing up.
Sunday Muse
Mt. Olivet
They sing of the church in the valley.
But my heart receives a great thrill
When I think of the home of my childhood
And the little white church on the hill.
It stands as a symbol of Gods love
And mother and father love too
For they went with us each Sunday morning
To show us the pathway so true.
God’s acre is near and our dear ones
Lie under its green grassy sod
Their lives have been our inspiration
We know they’ve gone home to God.
I’ve seen very beautiful churches
Some that I’ll never forget.
But none so dear as the church on the hill
The one that we call Olivet.
~ Great-Aunt Ida Dixon Price
Weekly Top Shot
~ sunrise ~
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
Another Moving Day
The goat tree looks a little lonely this week as the yearlings and breeding ewes have been moved into a temporary paddock in one of the hayfields. They are settled in… enjoying the large wooded area in the permanent paddock adjoining the temporary fencing for much of the afternoon… and most definitely enjoying the green, green grass of the hayfield.
Weekly Top Shot
bzzzz… coming in for a landing
little buttons of tansy bloom in our dyers’ garden
joining The View From Right Here for Weekly Top Shot
{this moment}
A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a single moment from the week
A simple, special extraordinary moment.
A moment to pause, savor and remember.
Participating with the SouleMama blog.
