A front view seat
Horses in the fog
Calf on the road to danger!
Tied in knots
On the rocks
Another point of view
On that side of the fence
A look back
It is a beautiful morning. The fog slowly rises to meet the sun.
Mother and daughter warm to the idea of another day.
The little brook gurgles in delight as it skips over the pebbles on its way through the sun-washed countryside.
Walnuts wait patiently until they can snuggle deep into the grass below.
Alarm clocks and horses get you out of bed and into the field!
No, you cannot butt in. By the way, you need a horncut. And, don’t forget to trim your beard!
I notice that I am not the only one enjoying the morning. “What are you looking at?”
“Oh, I see. It is fall seeding time.”
“Hey, check the barn. He isn’t even close to being finished.”
Wow. I guess not!
Well, anyway, you all have a great day. And, don’t forget to smile and be thankful.
We live in a colorful neighborhood.
Where the best is within reach.
Things generally line up.
The wind is tested.
The distance is not so distant.
We use available resources.
Getting there is always as great as being there.
There is no Pennsylvania Dutch word for old fashioned.
Stop in sometime. We are the first place at the end of the rainbow.
It was one of those mornings that make you want to swing.
Or maybe just drive through some freshly cut hay.
The birds were having their breakfast. Hey, anyone for a squishy worm?
Bet you can’t guess what direction the grass is the best!
Flow winding stream, flow.
Little streams make me feel alive and relaxed. Sitting on that bank with pretzels, cold ice water, and a good book could potentially save thousands of dollars in medical bills!
Try it. Tell your employer that you won’t be in tomorrow. Mm, what reason could you give him? Tell him that you have to get your medicine. Don’t tell him you are going via the scenic route.
Oh, and don’t forget the blanket!
It was a beautiful morning.
The Cultipacker had ended its job and lay waiting for the sun to brighten its day.
The dove sat motionless, relishing the warmth of the approaching sun.
The sun played peek-a-boo with this tree.
I often wonder what is happening behind so many walls of so many big buildings. Of course, we see dimly as through a fog.
The old school house stands as a monument to encourage us that though many things have changed, many things are still the same: like endurance, persistence, and rest.
Oh, to be a meandering stream running shamelessly through green fields and past stately houses and strong barns!
I have always thought that farm buildings snuggled up against hills offer some kind of security. Like going to bed on cold winter nights and tucking the comforter up to my chin!
Red against orange was designed by God!
I guess I will have to go now. The lane might be long but I will be home long before I get to the house.
We will be seeing you. Have a good day.