“At night the fog was thick and full of light, and sometimes voices.”
~ from ‘Plain Kate’ by Erin Bow
Sunday Muse
Tag: sunset
Sunday Muse
Gradually along the range
All things exchange their light
For darkness.
Single oaks
On hills that burned with gold
Merge now in shadow,
And hawks sail out
Over the valley,
Its air like a mirror
Filling with night,
That takes our images
And does not return them,
Just as the pines
Blot out our voices,
And even the stones at our feet
Fade from sight.
Now only the stars
Have eyes,
And around us sounds
Of things we cannot see
Begin to rise:
The owl’s single note,
And the coyote’s cry.
“Night in the Mountains” by Heather Allen
{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
“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.
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
{this moment}
{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.
The Garden in Winter
The winter gardens lie in a blanket of white
Sleeping… waiting…
The Juncos enjoy the tiny seeds left behind by the last of summer’s weeds.
Seed catalogs… the stuff that dreams are made of… arrive.
We struggle to balance lofty ambitions and the certainty of time constraints.
Of Note:
Our dear blog-friend, Ann, is contributing to the new Dobies of Devon Gardening Companion – “words, images and ideas to inspire keen gardeners – young, old and ‘in-between”. You might join us there. With Ann’s contributions, it promises to be informative and entertaining.
The Light of Autumn Evenings
The bright, yet softly diffused, autumn light at sunset is making the transition to this season before winter much more pleasant. We are still adjusting to the chill in the air and the rain, but we are feeling blessed as we have prayed for this rain for about six weeks. The gardens are winding down, but apple picking is going strong. We are preparing for the Shearing of the Lambs and the Turning in of the Rams, the two pivotal autumn activities here on the farm that are conducted with much fanfare and excitement.
Sunday Muse
Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears.
— Tevye and Golde, Fiddler on the Roof