Sitting on the freshly turned over sod is a great way to view the world. There is something solid and back to earth about it.
Summer’s evening creeps down the lane ready to make itself at home.
The smell of new hay and the soft plod of horses finishes the day well.
The most precious gold lies not in the vault but in open fields of a summer evening.
A storm might be brewing on the horizon but from where I sit everything is tidy and in order.
You might have your computer games and other electronic gadgets but I bet you don’t have your very own pet clothes line!
You can have a good enough day, but if you don’t have a giddy up trip home you’re missing it.
It is always sad when I see what lack of use and maintenance does to the past. It only takes a little bit of neglect to render the once useful, useless. Needs change over the years, and what was necessary becomes unnecessary. What was profitable becomes a liability. It is the way of life, and has been thus I suppose for as long as man has existed. Milk sours, honey thickens, and cheese becomes moldy. Iron rusts, wood decays, and cement cracks. Aging and decay is part of life. Look into the mirror and you will see that time moves on. Come with me and let’s see if we can find beauty in age.
A Beautiful evening.
Posing for the beauty of it.
It was late afternoon when I ran into a little road congestion.
I slowed for the low rider.
A wagon load was rushing for the hidden drive.
A youngster was looking at his new shoes.
A family on a walk gawked as we got closer. Friendly folk.
A horse was pushing a wagon down the road.
Mary’s little lamb had to go: all four of them.
A barefooted wagon gingerly made its way to where fence, road, and sky meet on the horizon.
A family crossed the road on its way to their algae decorated home.
And as I came around the corner I realized that I had a golden opportunity to take one more picture.
Foggy days are friendly days. Fog forces you to look at things that are close. I like to think that everything else does not matter for the moment. Why are we always told that we need to see the big picture? The big picture can be confusing at times.
The small picture is sometimes the best one. Don’t you agree?
Maybe once in a while we should be satisfied to slow down and enjoy this moment rather than having to speed ahead at a vein bursting 130 PSI. Let’s let a little air out of our lives.
Don’t fill your palette with yearning for things beyond your reach. Fill it with something original, something symmetrical and orderly. Fill it with something constant and functional. Sometimes you have to wait for it, and sometimes you have to go get it. Learn to enjoy what you meet. It is waiting for you to enjoy. Do you see it?
Don’t curse the fog. Maybe God gave us fog to force us to slow down. Think what we miss when we speed across time. I might not have noticed this tree and the sheep in the background if it had been a sunny day. This tree does not need leaves to be beautiful. Neither does it need sunshine. Learn to enjoy life without sunshine!
No speed here. A leisurely walk down the road misses nothing. What a fun time to walk down the road with your family. look at nature, talk about God, have family time. Make happy memories.
Dead leaves liven up the scenery as they seemingly float at eye level. Aren’t they beautiful? Maybe some leaves have to remain on the trees throughout winter to give us another perspective of beauty.
As we go through the fog enjoying what is ahead, the light of our adventures show others where we have been. Consider being a pioneer, leading others through the dimness of the future. Have purpose. Go carefully and thoughtfully. Keep moving. Invite others to follow.
You can never tell what is ahead. It might not be clear, but if you look intently you will always see something. About the only time you will miss anything important in life is when you look into a mirror. Forget the mirror. Look around. Look carefully. You will see it.
Watch for the fog. When it comes rolling in look carefully. If you have to, do not hesitate to go higher. Look around. What a wonderful place. What a wonderful time. The fog teaches us to enjoy the closeness of life. Slow down. Look around. Be blessed!
It was the evening before tomorrow and peace ruled the countryside
Pants were hung securely from the clothes line.
A few people were winter minded in the heat of the day.
A buggy stood resting on its shafts under the shade of the old maple tree.
A young man painted his field with golden sheaves of grain.
The girls cheerfully stacked the grain into shocks.
Empty milk cans stood as sentinels of the past, reminding me of the days of hay loaders, pitchforks, bells on cows, and castor oil.
A school house guarded an old pump.
Children, dreaming about hard candy, joyfully drove to grandma’s house.
Young and old celebrated a wedding.
A lady drove out of a tunnel of shadows and into the evening sun on her way home.
A little fellow was exploring his small world of grass and mama.
It was fitting that this field was almost done since the evening was getting late. We were almost home as well, but not quite . . .
. . . since this tourist had to stop and try his hand at making a shock of grain.
The finished product, though a reasonable look alike, is far from a work of art.
I hope that your trip was a good one. Follow me home and I’ll give you a glass of fresh garden tea.
If you like this why don’t you hit the like button. Don’t be shy. It sure would be nice to see who you are. Come back and visit when you can. We’ll try to have the dishes done so we can sit some.
We do not boast of big things where I live. It is not the six lanes going in one direction, tall buildings, or big statues of cities that inspire us. We are mostly laid back people who delight in what we have and who we are. Our roads are coffee table books that inspire, rocking chairs that fit, tables of food that satisfy. They are beautiful flower gardens, museums of the past, examples of industry, and vacation for rest. We know what we have because we put thinking into our looking.
Come with me. Peer through the trees. Sit at the edge of your seat as we weave through the hills. Take a deep breath. Think about what you see, since you might only see it once. This is our life. Enjoy it.
Better to have an extra sled than to lose all your empty jugs
Worn out in a beautiful setting is still worn out
Two lanterns are not in the dark when night approaches
The tourist sees an antique can, country folk see a milk can, the farmer sees a cow in the can
Hope believes that there will be one more drop
Today’s necessities for yesterday’s lifestyle
It is nothing to quack about if you cannot afford a guard dog
Watching tourists awakens horse sense
Not all trees must become furniture
And when they finished reading the old classic Animal Farm, they left without a backward glance