“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.”
~ Rumi
Sunday Muse
Tag: dawn
{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
It’s nearly impossible to catch J+M’s Gracie in a quiet moment, so it was pretty exciting to catch her in this quiet moment in the morning sun.
joining Madge at 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.
Sunday Muse
I like dogs
Big dogs
Little dogs
Fat dogs
Doggy dogs
Old dogs
Puppy dogs
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.”
~ from “The Friendly Book” by Margaret Wise Brown
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.
{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.
Lambing at Sunrise
(Traveling back in time to May 5th) Sometimes it seems that things happen for a reason. Had Meara not pushed out a water bag at 12:15 a.m.; had she pushed out that first lamb earlier than 5:30 a.m.; this beautiful, foggy sunrise would not have been witnessed from the pasture.
The sky looked pretty clear to the north, but the fog began to come up the hollow from Wolf Creek, enveloping the pasture and continuing to roll across the hayfield. Light filled the sky and the air was filled with a lovely, rosey pink glow. The misty fog remained, clinging to the ground… the color in the sky intensified and the sun rose high enough to be seen above the fog… a bright golden globe… SUNRISE!
Glorious
From first light to the setting sun
the newer varieties with their flaring trumpets
the older than memory ribbon of blooms near the foundation of the old farm house
the old, enchanting doubles and the small, elegant singles
even after a remarkably mild winter
you cannot help but pause and admire their beauty
The daffodils are beautiful magnificent glorious this year
