Today in my travels (a rare occasion) I passed by this wide field of sunflowers and rows of cornstalks what a stunning sight. The sky so blue and the field of grass a vibrant green.
I pulled over to the edge of the road awestruck sitting in silence taking in the moment.
No matter what season it is this field always shines and reminds me of why I live where I live, here in New England. The last few days have been absolutely gorgeous for the month of August, blue skies, a cool refreshing air that fill the lungs like a crisp taste of autumn. Leaves are slowly starting a flush of color. Each day the sun descends down into the pines earlier and earlier, as a sure sign of fall season just around the corner.
Happy Monday and stay well my friend!
Echoes of summer rain are softly tapping at the window streaming into beads of diamond.
Shapely puddles swell in the reflection of light a quenching thirst.
Inside a powerful energy of bliss.
Happy Monday!
photograph by Pam Applebee
Kayaking the scalloped rock edges of shoreline meandering along bestowed euphoria, a sense of peace and contentment. Charming little country cottages nestled between acres of trees. Hummingbirds kissed red bee balm, while a pair of loons played hide-n’-seek dived in and out of summers warm water.
Dry dusty dirt back roads homed farms with colorful silos, emerald cornfields and grazing cattle. Wide open fields bundled bouquets of black-eyed susan, and sprinkles of white and golden wildflowers. The sultry days ended in lemon sunsets gave moments to pause and reflect, fell a sleep to the wailing of loons on the pond.
I spotted a nest of baby catbirds tucked away in the evergreen aside the front door porch perfectly placed in clear view. I’ve watched the three tiny little vertebrate’s transparent skin grow a covering of pinfeathers over the last nine days, as their momma roost on the rhododendron close by. They’ve brought a big bundle of joy and wonderment to life, and over the next couple of days the fledglings will take flight leaving the nest out into the horizon. My hearts wishing I could slip them in my pocket and carry them a little longer.
Last week I attended a family reunion on Long Beach Island at Holgate, New Jersey. During the day the weather was summery hot as seagulls floated through wondrous white puffy clouds, at dusk the magenta red sunset laid down into soft-layered sheets of yellow, purple and peach. I stole a few quiet meditative moments away from the family crowd to canvass the bay with camera in hand. Alone with my thoughts, I walked a path over wooden weathered slats through tall ribbons of sea grass, at the end of the path were a glee club of seagulls fishing crab and clam left behind in the low bubbly tide.
The air thick and clammy smelled like damp fishy mollusk. I dipped my toes into the numbing cold salty water there right in front of me was a family of 3 well-sized horseshoe crabs. I snapped a photo and steadfast turned away before they sought out my bare toes. The wet sienna beach embedded pastel stone pebbles and creamy colored shells that sparkled under the early evening soft light, like twinkling fireflies during the night.
On June 10th I became a 3-year breast cancer survivor. I sat a few minutes in the sand to spiritually give a grateful thank you for my life, my family, and absorbed in the nurturance that nature and sea have gifted.
