He wears it well.
They may feel or look delicate, but it takes a strong will to withstand a winter storm.
If they could talk, they should say something like: “We’d like to see you spend your weekend out here, in the frigid ground, having ice, snow and blustery cold winds whip you around and around.” It’s not a walk in the park, people!”
Got to give those pansies some credit. They are tough!
But, as in life, not all who fight the brave battle, survive.
The cycle of life is anyone’s guess.
Rest in peace, fallen comrade. ❤
I know there will come a time when this will be gone. So whenever I can, I try to take a picture of these beautiful barns.
Seeing them comforts me.
I’ve passed by this one a thousand times, but this morning it looked particularly peaceful as the fog was lifting in the distance.
I went back and took this picture. The fog had mostly lifted by then, but the feeling was still so serene.
I didn’t expect to capture that same feeling as earlier. Actually, the field is so lovely, it would be hard to take a bad picture.
A few hundred yards away…
When I was a child, I used to pretend the ceiling was a floor. I imagined how crispy clean it would be to feel and loved the idea of experiencing the life turned upside down. Just walking around would feel a bit futuristic.. Looking up at the ceiling also makes you look twice. Like, “wait, is that really the light causing that rectangular strip or did somebody miss a spot?”
And then you realize, nope…just light and shadows at play… in the middle of an afternoon.
Summer is meant for many things, but slowing down the pace, noticing the space around me, is most definitely at the top of my list.