God Sets the Stage for Mother's Day

Mom's Knock Out Roses

Mom's Nearly Wild Roses

Mom's Mr. Lincoln

Mom's Pink Roses

How true the shirt.....

Sunday Afternoon with the Birds and Bird Babies

This is a busy time of year in my yard. The baby birds are fledging and learning how to eat at my feeders. It's a full time job supervising all that! And Father Bluebird has decided it is time to help!

Garden Blessings

Here are some of my favorite garden shots I have taken - enjoy!

Senoia Candlelight Tour of Homes

Sunday evening was the annual tour of homes in Senoia. What a beautiful little village! The homes are always beautifully restored and decorated. I would love to have one of those old homes but I'm afraid I would need a staff to keep it clean and to help pay for it...

Deck the Halls

I love Christmas! In fact, when I retire, it may be Christmas all year round at my house. People can just talk about the crazy lady with the Christmas trees up in August! Can't wait!

November Sunday Afternoon

I almost waited too late to get the autumn leaves at Mom and Dad's. Here are the last ones of the year. I love Sundays!

Goodbye Summer!

I love autumn! And as we welcome the shorter, cooler, beautiful days of fall, we bid farewell to our favorite summer joys. If I had to pick one favorite summer flower, it would have to be the thistle - I am a bit Scottish on Mom's side so this really makes sense. When I do happen across one, usually on the side of the road, I always want to stop and take in the wonder of such weed foliage and such a magnificent flower. There's a story there for sure.

Here's a lovely poem to usher summer into our dreams and autumn into our days....

THISTLE-DOWN
Johnson, E. Pauline

Poem is in the public domain.. -
Ce poème est du domaine public.


BEYOND a ridge of pine with russet tips
The west lifts to the sun her longing lips,
Her blushes stain with gold and garnet dye
The shore, the river, the wide far sky ;
Like floods of wine the waters filter through
The reeds that brush our indolent canoe.
I beach the bow where sands in shadows lie ;
You hold my hand a space, then speak good-bye.
Upwinds your pathway through the yellow plumes
Of goldenrod, profuse in August blooms,
And o'er its tossing sprays you toss a kiss ;
A moment more, and I see only this--
The idle paddle you so lately held,
The empty bow your pliant wrist propelled,
Some thistles purpling into violet,
Their blossoms with a thousand thorns afret,
And like a cobweb, shadowy and grey,
Far floats their down--far drifts my dream away.

They Make My Heart Sing

Today, after lunch with my family, I sat in my sunroom reading Water for Elephants. The book is good but not good enought to keep my mind off of what was all around me. I had squirrels, nuthatches, chickadees, cardinals, woodpeckers, hummingbirds, mourning doves, juncos, Carolina wrens, blue jays, brown thrashers, titmice, and even a precious chipmunk. I did far more watching than reading and finally went for my camera. This shot is the squirrel claiming the nut feeder for his very own. He sat there most of the afternoon daring any of the birds or other squirrels to get near it. Worked on me as well. I took a couple of pictures and left the boy alone. I love Sundays!

PS - The book is excellent!