Wordless Wednesday - Life on the Farm

Sunday Stroll - Vineyard

I spent much of the weekend at a local vineyard.

This is the peaceful panorama that greets you as you sit on the deck.

The breeze  is soft and lazy 

on a sunny afternoon in September.

Birds grace the sky.

Honey bees and their bumble-friends 

dance amid the clover.

Whatever else may be going on

in this sometimes-turbulent world,

for just a while,

we may breathe the soft air 

that flows through a drift of sweetness

under a banner of cheerful blue sky.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

Steve was right on time with his stroll through a lovely Sunday Morning.  

Hop on over to see what he found Out on the Prairie.

Wordless Wednesday - Going to Seed

Sunday Stroll - On the Vine

Clouds do not keep us from the garden.

Unripe Concord Grapes

We still linger in the light that glows in the grapeyard.

We pull fruit from the languishing vines,

as the clouds overhead drift slowly toward the eastern hills.

Amish Paste Tomatoes

Delicata Squash

Luffa

 We pause to notice everything;

the colors and the sounds 

and the golden, ripe-grass, fragrance 

of this September afternoon.

We find a little friend taking a breather near the tomato patch.

We head indoors with our baskets heavily laden,

for the vegetable garden is generous at Summer's end.

Because this is Labor Day weekend, 

and we are headed to a family gathering this evening,

I spent the afternoon making a sun-warmed salad to share.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you abundant joy.

 If you can, please take a few moments to share the beautiful images 

in Steve's Stroll Out on the Prairie.

Last Day of August

Let's take one last walk in August.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

Wordless Wednesday - Beneath Gray Skies

Last Days of August

This evening, I went hiking with our dog,

as the golden light of August lingered.

Cool rainy days have left the cedar swamp

lush and green.

The thistle are going to seed

in slow motion 

on the steep banks of the trail

 in the heart of the cedar wood.

Micah and I went "tightrope walking"

on fallen logs

in and around and over

the ferns and moss,

and the vibrant persimmon berries

 of Jack in the Pulpit.

At the western edge of the sky

the sun fell,

luminous and lovely.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you joy.