The Homestone

Tuesday, October 09, 2012

autumn munks

Especially for Marcos and Nicole ~ our new friends from Brasil
'Chipmunk'
caught on camera by David
  
 
 
 





Tuesday, September 11, 2012

September on the meadow

 
We enjoyed a bit of a flower garden this summer, thanks to Vincent.  
The poppies especially were so lovely.
And so many Sunflowers this year ... planted by accidental Gardeners ;
Chipmunks stashing their hijacked (bird) seeds ...
  



 
So blessed we are.  It is a beautiful place where we work and play; this place we call home and 
 
where Touch Wood Rings are created.

We've seen about a decade of autumns turn to winter here and it never ceases to surprise and delight us! We still can't go for a walk without being jaw dropped at the beauty of this Cariboo Chilcotin area.
 Thanks for dropping by.

 


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

August on the Meadow


Summertime. 
The dog days of August are busy days for the birds 
(and the bees) with little ones learning to perch and fly and forage. And speaking of bees ...


“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should,
for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
― Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine

Our current feathered visitors include a late and motley crew of evening grosbeaks.  
A family of three. Mom and Dad and one young 'un. 

 







Two finches at the breakfast bar enjoying a bit of chatter about the weather perhaps . . .
And our beautiful hummingbirds are gone now. They leave in mid August with just one or two coming through in the final few weeks of August.  We leave our hummingbird feeders well tended till the frost is on the pumpkin ~ just in case a hungry little flyer drops by for a fuel stop. 


Once the swallows give up the clothes line it's time to hang a load of laundry on a summer's breeze.
Sweet sweet swallows.






A Sand hill Crane lifts his lankiness seemingly without effort and balances way up there : )
The end of summer is in the air.
I do not know this author or her book but I do love this quote attributed to Ms Babbitt.

“The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow a drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
― Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting
 
























Blessed we are and ever thankful. 

Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Swallows and Sunsets

Feathered friends and spectacular skies
 
 A chattering of swallows

 David and I both love taking pictures but David is my Sky Man.  From his first Brownie Camera decades ago and now with ipad and Canon in hand he continues to amass a really beautiful collection of sky photos.  Sunrises, sunsets, cloud bursts and sun dogs, aurora borealis and clear blue skies over winter white ...  One day we will gather the best of these together.  
For now; this collection of The Sky the Other Night. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Till next time ~ happy skies and thanks for dropping by.