A Friday ritual.
A single photo – no words – capturing a moment from the week.
A simple, special, extraordinary moment.
A moment I want to pause, savor and remember.
The purple coneflowers are in bloom outside my front door and all day I go in and out with not much more than a glance their way.
I see honey bees among the flowers as I rush to the feed mill and a bumble bee as I come back from the vet. But when an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail stops by to feed I can’t help but stop my day to watch it flit about.
A delicate butterfly on such a striking flower- a cherry on top indeed.
It was a rainy afternoon.
It was the gentle kind of rainy afternoon when you can leave the windows open and let the house fill with the fresh wet scent of growing things. It was the kind of rainy afternoon that after you check on the new pigs (sleeping) the new ducklings (sleeping) and goslings (sleeping) that is just perfect for crawling into bed between a child (sleeping) and a cat (sleeping), while your dog curls up next to you on the floor (sleeping).
It was a perfect, sleepy, rainy afternoon.
Sometimes you need vacations from your vacations. We had a great long weekend but I was glad for today’s rain induced napping opportunity!
John tells me there is a space in the world for white flowers,
that they are too often overlooked in favor of their flashier companions.
This may be true,
or it’s that he’s color blind.
Either way, around here, a rose in November deserves a little recognition for being brave.
Just for being,
no matter the color.
If I could rearrange my garden as easily as my photos I’d be surrounded by rainbows!