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}
Peep Update
Although we are still waiting on the first egg, the peeps of spring have grown wonderfully into the chicks of summer. The Rhode Island Reds and the New Jersey White Giants…
the Buff Orpingtons, the New Hampshire Reds and the Silver Wyandottes…
and of course, the free fancy… a Cuckoo Maran rooster, who may not contribute to the laying flock, but he sure does fancy up the chicken yard.
Now… if they would only start laying…
Raven Knows Best
No matter how busy you are… how many chores are waiting… when you are invited on a long explore by Raven…
you follow…
otherwise, you would have missed this reminder of how small your worries are compared to the grandness of a giant puffy cloud in an endless blue sky
that grace and beauty can pop up out of the most unexpected places
that something as small as a dime can stop you in your tracks
and that even a long, forgotten stump can be quite lovely when the sunlight hits it just right.
You are reminded that you are so lucky to have such a great companion, because in the case of a long explore, Raven really does know best.
Sunday Muse
the air is different today
the wind sings with a new tone
sighing of changes
coming
the harvest gathered
a flower, a nut,
some mead, and bread,
a candle and a prayer
returning the fruits
in thanksgiving
to the grove
and receiving
it’s blessing
again
— Rhawk, “Alban Elfed”
Late Summer Oranges
While we have been pretty disappointed with how these particular zinnias have performed in the dyepot, (having to fiddle with pH almost to the point of invoking magic spells) they have been a beautiful addition to our dyer’s garden. The butterflies, the bees and we have certainly enjoyed their beautiful bright orange colors as summer wanes and autumn waits just around the corner.
Late Summer
hanging on tight to what remains of late summer
soaking up the sunshine… the color…the sights
the sounds of summer insects… especially in the evening
trying to take in… absorb enough memories of this summer
to last until the next
Good Morning, Sunshine
We were treated to a beautiful tropical sunrise yesterday morning, and unfortunately the heat, haze and humidity that went with it. It was FAMACHA day so we headed to the barn at daybreak in an attempt to beat the worst of the heat. The lambs scored pretty well, and two of the three being treated in the barn were sent back to the field with the others. The lambs were so calm and well behaved that we were finished before the sun had a chance to burn off the morning fog.
{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.
Homecoming at Mt. Olivet
Homecoming at our community church on Sunday – old hymns… Romans 12… fellowship… breaking of bread… memories shared…
Precious mem’ries, unseen angels,
Sent from somewhere to my soul;
How they linger, ever near me,
And the sacred past unfold.
Precious father, loving mother,
Fly across the lonely years;
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing,
From that lovely land somewhere.
As I travel on life’s pathway,
Know not what the years may hold;
As I ponder, hope grows fonder,
Precious mem’ries flood my soul.
Precious mem’ries, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul;
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
— music and lyrics by J. B. F. Wright
Folding of Hands
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| Remembering Grandma Lena on her birthday Sherrell Wigal, performance poet from Parkersburg, WV; transcribed from ‘Allegheny Echoes – A Program of Live Music and Poetry’ from Allegheny Mountain Radio |