“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass on a summer day listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is hardly a waste of time.”
— John Lubbock
Sunday Muse
Tag: clouds
Sunday Muse
“…thinking of driving again the gravel roads of America at thirty-five miles per hour in order to see the ditches and gulleys, the birds in the fields, the mountains and rivers, the skies that hold our 10,000 generations of mothers in the clouds waiting for us to fall back into their arms again.”
from “Cold Wind” by Jim Harrison
Weekend Blues
What a blessing to be surrounded by these blue skies! Most of the weekend was filled with the most beautiful February weather, and although it began to snow again Sunday afternoon, the air was filled with hope. Because, you see, there were ROBINS! Not just one lonely, lost, what-am-i-doing-so-far-north robin, but dozens and dozens of ROBINS! They were busy as can be in the hayfields and pastures.
So… we’re calling it. It is officially Late Winter! Late Winter! (Please don’t tell us any different.)
Weekly Top Shot
After a day filled with wind, rain, sleet and hail, everyone was excited to see the blue sky and soak up a little pasture sunshine.
joining The View From Right Here
Sunday Muse
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
~ from ‘Stray Birds’ by Rabindranoth Tagore
{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.
Weekly Top Shot
Nettie and her beautiful half-border-leicester ram lamb… loved the wonderfully blue sky and that big puffy white cloud.
Joining The View From Right Here
A Little Spring Color
Color is returning to the mountains, and it is surely a welcome sight. The pastures are beginning to green up a little, flowers and shrubs are beginning to bloom. Even the trees are providing a beautiful showing as the mountains surrounding us change from grey and black and brown to palette of delicate yellows, reds and even a little green. Oh my, how we love our mountains… but you already know that.
{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.
Sunday Muse
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then – open the door and
fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
~from “Such Singing in the Wild Branches” by Mary Oliver