The colors of assurance that must tide us over until Spring…
Prompted by the weekly photo challenge.
Prompted by the weekly photo challenge.
Okay it’s actually a herd and they probably have names. And (I know) A Horse With No Name is an odd coupling with my rainy day escapade but that’s how I roll… backwards.
I was taking a walk with Whiskey (the eight month old German Shepherd I inherited) and came upon a flock of these feathered non-smack talking birds and just wondered…
Does anyone say ‘jive turkey’ anymore?
Why is a ‘turkey’ considered dumb? Have you ever hunted turkey? Most game hunters will tell you those dull [seemingly dim witted] birds are really quite clever.
If a turkey is a dummy and a jive turkey is someone who doesn’t know what they’re talking about why do people say “let’s talk turkey” when they want a serious discussion?
Hmmm. All of this turkey talk has made me hungry. Enjoy the pictures, I’m going to make myself a sandwich.
On the Road at Sunrise is for this weeks photo challenge The Golden Hour. I know I skipped last weeks challenge, sorry.
Here are a few beautiful sunsets on the water taken for last months challenge Fleeting.
Don’t expect to see the #1 son and the husband. They hid in the shadows drinking Dos Equis because they are the most interesting men in the world. No really! I had a few of those lovely green bottles and I must admit it was pretty exciting. 😉
I have no photo of my head in the sand, which would be appropriate while admitting I do not want to deal with my current reality. My mother is ill… critically ill and I am a “mama’s girl” which I admit without shame.
She is/has always been my touchstone, my constant reminder to move forward despite obstacles, my assurance that ‘this too shall pass’… Tonight she lays in an Intensive care unit fighting for her life and I long for a quiet place in a green meadow beneath a sunrise to remind me how marvelous nature is even as life takes its course . Pleading to the heavens not now… not now. Let me sit on the green meadow and meditate on the rising sun of hope. Let me find the courage to endure whatever the future holds. I can hear her gentle whisper,”Keep your obligations. Move on and do not look back except for a glimpse and a smile.”
I am trying mother. And here is my submission for this weeks photo challenge : Escape.
Sara Rosso posted a beautiful example for this weeks photo challenge.
This weeks theme is Pattern. I have been doing a little sewing (a little is all I know how to do) but that is not the pattern Sara had in mind. Shucks! I had just relearned how to load the bobbin.
Oh well, look at this cool Polyphemus I found last week.
And this is what he/she looked like in November. Not the same pattern but lovely still. 
Alas I ate a portion so you could see the pattern here. Yum Hmm, the sacrifices I make. 😉 