The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Emily Dickinson
A wonderful way to spend the afternoon with friends and little ones. The fields of Pick Your Own at Larriland Farms are expansive and varied. With a wide variety of apples that are ready for picking encourages yummy things like Apple Pie. Apple Pie a la mode you are calling […]
The morning was wrapped in fog on the countryside. A short stop at the Utica Mills Covered Bridge for another perspective before heading over to Cunningham Falls State Park. Cunningham falls were full from all of the rain this week. Autumn colors beginning to show in the cool […]
This morning I did manage to get up before dawn and met two other birding friends at Kinder Farm Park. I was really hoping for more exciting warblers, but most have moved on to more southern addresses. Even with my sore back I did manage to carry the […]
Wouldn’t you know that when leaning forward to capture a photo yesterday my back went out. I never knew that photography could be a dangerous sport! So bear with me while I share a few images from previous adventures for today while I recover. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ People are like […]
The seasons are beginning to change. With warm days and cool nights, this week has been particularly spectacular. Each morning starting with a glorious sunrise with mist rising over the meadow and the Magothy river. The days clear blue with fluffy clouds. The nights cool and ending with […]
She sells seashells by the seashore. The shells she sells are surely seashells. So if she sells shells on the seashore, I’m sure she sells seashore shells.
I love Wagner, but the music I prefer is that of a cat hung up by its tail outside a window and trying to stick to the panes of glass with its claws. Charles Baudelaire
Your days are short here; this is the last of your springs. And now in the serenity and quiet of this lovely place, touch the depths of truth, feel the hem of Heaven. You will go away with old, good friends. And don’t forget when you leave why […]
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. Rabindranath Tagore As each day passes, we are closer to our sunset. To live our lives with such color, hope and beauty. To ride off into […]
Emily Carter ~ Nature as Art 