DOWNTIME

While the last few months of car troubles and heat have kept me close to home, I managed quite well on keeping myself inspired by life. It seems to have been a lazy, (downtime) summer for me. Although, most things like writing, reading and Internet, keep me indoors,  a small flower and rock garden has given me an outdoor morning project. Photographing also gets me out, even if it’s right outside my door, I always seem to find something to fascinate me. 

Here are a few things that have kept me inspired and grateful for this life. 

MIDDAY REST

MISTY MORNING

AFRICAN DAISIES

PRINCE IN THE GARDEN

PRETTIES THROUGH THE WINDOW

FRESH BASIL

FRONT GARDEN

WITH SUNSHINE IN THEIR EARS

PIECES OF HISTORY

PRAYING FOR WATER

COULDN'T HOLD ON ANY LONGER

FRAMING THE MOON

ATHENS SUNSET

AT THE END OF THE DAY........

THE WILD TURKEY RANCH

       Before our domesticated turkeys were raised on farms, there was this ancestral species of wild turkeys that can still be found throughout the country. This week, I was reminded of why I named our place,                       THE WILD TURKEY RANCH.

Even before our house was on the property, we would spot the wild turkeys grazing and roaming here. After the land was cleared, they seem to visit often to take dust baths in the dry earth. Now, with the property being more active, they keep just beyond the taller grasses and they have been rather chatty lately. But they have come closer to the house this week, as they did when we first moved in, when we would find them snooping in the windows and gawking at my cat.  A few days ago, I was able to get a few shots of them before they crossed the road to the farm. Later, I’ll be out searching the grounds for some of those beautiful turkey feathers. 

WRITING HAIKU

WALKING THE TREADMILL

RAIN COMES IN THROUGH THE WINDOW

AND DRIPS FROM MY BROW

MSW

THE EARLY SUN

This morning, perched on the shed roof, the gray Catbird lifted its beak to the sky to sing a song that I wished I’d known the words to. With our eyes to the east, we both waited for the glorious sun to rise above the trees.

I was reminded of Rumi’s words, “There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.” And above the morning grass, the smallest of flies hovered and swarmed, catching the early sun on their tiny wings.