September Days

Fog drenched morning
Becomes ceruleun noon
Becomes star-specked night

New Chapter - RVing

This week we began what may be a new chapter in our lives together. We bought an RV. It is used (of course), and very compact. Just the right size for a couple. We can carry a larger group for a day trip, but it sleeps just two. Haven't planned the first trip yet, but it will be a short one. Any suggestions?

Existential Fishing

Fishing is excuse.
Observing, waiting hoping:
Being is the game.

Last Tuesday evening the air finally had a hint of cool and the lake was abandoned to us. We caught a few small ones and saw a bald eagle. Altogether a very successful outing.

Farm Girls

Family project
Planning, building, gathering
Chickens home to roost.

Gathering eggs

Maude the Hen

Portable Pen

Fresh grass

My Gardens

St. Fiacre guards

Garden beauty his domain

Peace his legacy.

Garden is Shalom

Holiness made incarnate

Labors own reward.

It has been more than two weeks since I've paused to make a post. The gardens - vegetable, fruit and flower - have consumed my energy. July and August are the most challenging months in the garden because of the heat. Even so, my pantry, freezer and spirit are filled with garden bounty. Next week: apples and planting fall greens if the weather cooperates. For more information about St. Fiacre, visit  Dave's Garden.

Hickory Creek Cove

Mist rises slowly
Over water smooth as glass.
Morning paddlers dream

Mom and Pop tag team
Back and forth with tasty treats,
Bluebirds feed their young.

North Fork of the Holston

A week ago Bill and I spent the weekend with friends who have a farm outside Abingdon, Va. Their property is bounded by the North Fork Holston River and Brumley Creek. We spent two hours kayaking down the river, taking out at their property. A storm upsteam had muddied the river, but improved the flow. It was our first trip on moving water. We had a great weekend.

The Ride

Rain Swollen river

Carries us joyfully down,

Riding rocky waves.

 

River Guide

Heron leads the way,

Flying ahead then pausing,

Guiding us homeward.