Recovering from a simple virus compounded with headache and slight fever, it took my happy away. Camera in hand, down to the meadow I go discovering joy again.
The peace of earth sustains me, flocks of birds getting ready to fly south, startled at my approach, waving grass greening after the rains, a bunny hopping away, and quiet, peaceful quiet settling my mind of its morbid thoughts.
More magic come morning as the goddess spreads her golden wings. Come, come see! Leaving my warm chair, donning hat, jacket, boots, and camera, I answer the call…
The morning starts out cold, yet when the red glow rose from the hill it called me out with hat, jacket, even gloves. The chill such that breath misted on exhale. In August?
Despite the feelings of lower mood, the usual joy broke forth at the site of little bunny in front of me on the path during the cool, misty, yet bright, early morn.
And the morning face of sunshine peeked through the mist like an invitation in gold-
Photos while still in robe sipping morning coffee,
the sun rising above the trees to warm me…
Photos by Patricia
Like Dumbledore’s magic wand changing the flag colors in the Great Hall, the meadow flows with the season; first buttercups, green tall grasses with glowing butter yellows, then daisies joining in the dance of gaiety.
And now? The meadow bursts with the lace of Queen Anne.
July 22′- Come to my gardens…