Poplars sway in a strong morning breeze. Tall yellow grass bends to the west. Even the Scotch pine with its red trunk of entwined lovers (that's what Mother says it looks like) can't stand perfectly still on this September morning. Its boughs flow gently up and down and sideways.
Someone or something has some hefty lungs today, blowing out all that cool air and keeping all of earth's appendages in constant motion. With a predicted temp of 92, those strong lungs will give soon give in to stillness and late summer heat.
Horses nibble grass in pasture number three after a night out under the stars, which, by the way, come cheaper by the dozen eight miles from the city lights. Gradual industrial development over the years around the old farm made me immune to natural wonders disappearing from our perception.
A late night trip down the dark lane last Saturday and a glance upward toward an endless sky twinkling with billions of small gems awakened my senses for what had been lost for so long. Now, without the city and airport lights, those wonders have returned for our enjoyment in this new setting. That makes me happy.
I was happy this morning to walk down our country road with no fear of being run over by cars with nameless faces being directed somewhere in a hurry. All that ran in the road during my brief stroll was Annie Dog, who never stays home. I could hear my own footsteps as tenny runners hit the gravel, and that was all.
In Taylor's field, across from our house, cows and calves grazed silently on the eastern hillside. Again, before grabbing the Sunday papers and returning to the driveway, I thought that scene with Taylor's field and its Cabinet Mountain backdrop deserves a painting.
Even silently, within my mind, I gave thanks for this peace and quiet. Definitely a good way to start another busy day.
Happy Labor Day Sunday. May you all find a moment of peace and quiet on this glorious September third.
Someone or something has some hefty lungs today, blowing out all that cool air and keeping all of earth's appendages in constant motion. With a predicted temp of 92, those strong lungs will give soon give in to stillness and late summer heat.
Horses nibble grass in pasture number three after a night out under the stars, which, by the way, come cheaper by the dozen eight miles from the city lights. Gradual industrial development over the years around the old farm made me immune to natural wonders disappearing from our perception.
A late night trip down the dark lane last Saturday and a glance upward toward an endless sky twinkling with billions of small gems awakened my senses for what had been lost for so long. Now, without the city and airport lights, those wonders have returned for our enjoyment in this new setting. That makes me happy.
I was happy this morning to walk down our country road with no fear of being run over by cars with nameless faces being directed somewhere in a hurry. All that ran in the road during my brief stroll was Annie Dog, who never stays home. I could hear my own footsteps as tenny runners hit the gravel, and that was all.
In Taylor's field, across from our house, cows and calves grazed silently on the eastern hillside. Again, before grabbing the Sunday papers and returning to the driveway, I thought that scene with Taylor's field and its Cabinet Mountain backdrop deserves a painting.
Even silently, within my mind, I gave thanks for this peace and quiet. Definitely a good way to start another busy day.
Happy Labor Day Sunday. May you all find a moment of peace and quiet on this glorious September third.
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