The Homestone

Friday, May 24, 2013

Beauteous . . .

May Days
oh my!
Bears and   brightly lit storm clouds,
very small rabbits and wooden rings ... 
 
It's magical,
inspiring
and downright delightful!
 
So blessed we are.
As always, thanks for dropping by 
and letting us share it with you.  With much Love.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

A morning in May

6:30 in the morning.  
Perfect time of day for a walk.
The trail around the meadow is a comfortable mile. 
It's easy to stretch a 12 minute walk into a half hour saunter depending on 
how many times I stop to take a photo 
or to listen to the edges of a new day.
 
 
 
  
  
 
 
 

 
 
Beautiful mornings 
and work we love. 

Our prayers are songs of gratitude.

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Early May days on the Meadow

Moments from early morning walkabouts.
The creek runs strong and loud...
The geese seem at home. 
Mountain Bluebirds and
a few hummingbirds are back 
joining Sparrow and Siskin and Blackbird .... 
 Yellow headed
and red-winged
and, our weekend visitors! 




Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Unquiet Spring

The last few days have been hard on the meadow. Wicked wind storms, trees brought to their knees, critters frantic. Naught we could do to save Squirrels home. 
The bunnies in their spring colours seemed on tenterhooks the morning after.


There is clean up to do. Some path clearing. Some saw logs, some fire wood, some new 'rabbitats' (Vince's new word for piles of brush that provide habitat for rabbits).

It is always sad to see a tree come down. Sad to know that souls have suffered loses ~ no matter how small and plentiful that soul's vessel might be . . .











 
This is not a quiet season. Every bird and every willow bush is using it's outside voice.
This place we call the meadow; is shaking winter from it's roots.
 

 
Let the world be unquiet ~ 
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or pr'haps said better by this dear old friend
NOISE, BY POOH

Oh, the butterflies are flying,
Now the winter days are dying,
And the primroses are trying
To be seen.
And the turtle-doves are cooing,
And the woods are up and doing,
For the violets are blue-ing
In the green.


Oh, the honey-bees are gumming
      On their little wings, and humming
      That the summer, which is coming,
      Will be fun.
      And the cows are almost cooing,
      And the turtle-doves are mooing,
      Which is why a Pooh is poohing
      In the sun.

      For the spring is really springing;
      You can see a skylark singing,
      And the blue-bells, which are ringing,
      Can be heard.
      And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
      But he's cucking and he's ooing,
      And a Pooh is simply poohing
      Like a bird. 

A.A. Milne
 The House At Pooh Corner