Another summer of Gratitude and Wonder

 Late July, early August ... the beauty of so many young ones around of the 4 legged and winged variety, and The Skies!! Oh my.  It is a photographers paradise these days. 

 hummingbirds and finches

 serenity now :)

  

The July Super Moon

And our beloved Evening Grosbeaks

 about 18 of them ~ moms and dads and all their young ones

 Chipmunks by the dozens.

 Pine Siskins in droves

 and spectacular skies

Tough to stay put in a chair at the computer screen right now.  Enjoying everything the season has to offer with gratitude and wonder.

Try to get out into the night under the stars ....

Watch for the Perseid meteors streaking across the short summer nights – August 10-13 – from late night until dawn!

Mid July on Finch Meadow

 

Our wildflower gardens, tended only by the weather.

And nibbled and grazed by deer and moose and rabbits and squirrels ... This time of year we don't go a day without a visit from a doe or a buck, or a couple of young bucks.  They wander through and graze within our fences and a doe or two will often fawn here, bedding down in the willows, or out back in the sugarcane hay.

 

I used to write poetry.  Perhaps I will again but for now, just stopping long enough to be in the moment is poetry enough.

This (this visitor, this moment) is sweet return for keeping our 48 acres natural and safe for our wild friends...We are so blessed. And so grateful.

 

There are young'uns everywhere.  This beaver pup appeared to be enjoying his early morning swim. I can't say for sure, but I think he was doing a lazy backstroke, gazing up at the sky ...

 

It's very nearly time to hay the fields. The back meadow anyway.  When the first maps were published of this area (in the 1800's), our location was tagged simply as 'Good Hay Meadows'.  This is cowboy country;  there are lots of good hay meadows west of the Fraser.  Ours is just one small meadow in a land of plenty.  

It's back to work.  Work we love. More news to come.  

More pics too I bet.  Once again, thanks for dropping by. 

Late June on the meadow.

The tail end of June and our meadow becomes a lush forest of every shade of green

and the wildflowers begin.

 

 

 

 

 

"That beautiful season the Summer!
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light;
And the landscape
Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood."
-  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow