Peeking In

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! ~Emily Dickinson, 19th century American poet

Moth or butterfly?
Who cares when it’s so pretty
And tarries awhile?

Note: Found this beauty clinging to the screen one day when we were taking advantage of natural air conditioning. Any guesses as to what it is?

Knee High??

Old farming legends say your corn crop should be knee high by the Fourth of July.

But that’s no longer gospel. Far from it.

Here, take a look:

My son Domer was home briefly and took this photo of me standing outside one of the corn fields in our area. As a reference, I’m nearly 5’6″, and this field is starting to tassle way over my head!

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Throwback Thursday

Today marks the one-year anniversary of the demise of Domer’s beautiful maple tree:

autumn_maple

We lost it in a wicked June storm. Thankfully, it didn’t land on the house when it blew over.

It was my favorite tree to photograph as Fall arrived because its color was spectacular. Our yard still looks naked without it.

Nature’s Splendor

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world. ~Virgil A. Kraft, U.S. Methodist minister

Perhaps Nature springs forth her best effort
I
n what to man might seem an unseemly place
N
ext to shabby surroundings such glory is
K
issed by resplendence from above.

Delicate masses of cotton candy blossoms
O
verlook a small yard in a country town
G
reeting residents and visitors alike
W
ith jaw-dropping beauty and grace
O
nly a pickup truck mars this scene
O
nly a rather dilapidated working truck
D
rive it off and let Nature’s splendor unfold!

Note: Another Acrostic poem. Seemed like time for the challenge.

NOW it’s Spring

A weed is a plant that has mastered every survival skill except for learning how to grow in rows.  ~Doug Larson, American journalist

There once was a wee Dandelion
Who said, “‘Tis true, I’m not lyin’.
Don’t call me a weed,
I’m precious indeed.
Who else can thrive without tryin’?”