THE PATH

I have always enjoyed a path. It leads me to wonder what is at the end. This picture was take in the woods and it was a one vehicle path. You can tell by looking at it that it isn't traveled often. the further we drove the narrower the path became until we considered best to stop. 

CAMOUFLAGE

Little chipmunk,where are you, playing hide and seek in the fall leaves. You blend in perfectly. You thought I wouldn't see you but I did and now you are mine.

New Life

In death can come new life. This stump's rot is providing nourishment for the wild strawberry plants, that in the future will feed birds and insects thus providing nourishment to continue life.

SOARING

Gracefully soaring through the sky, surrounded by various fluffy clouds, the eagle quietly watches for its next meal in the  white capped waters, of fourth Crow Wing lake. Circling quietly in the heavy breeze, eyes ever watchful, around and around it goes. Eventually it tires and soars over the trees , hopefully to find a meal on the land.

Fall

The season of color is arriving. Birds are collecting into groups to make their yearly trip south. The yellows, slowly turning to gold and the reds that deepen as each day passes. Gone are the various shades of green but the brighter colors of God's pallet that are reserved for this special time are arriving. The harvest moon glows like a golden globe in the sky.  The squirrels are skittering around with acorns in their mouth, eager to stockpile for the winter in the huge nests of leaves that they have built in the trees. Humans are beginning to prepare also. Some dread this season because it means that winter is close behind but others embrace fall with the joys of a child. The crisp air, the fall smells, the beautiful colors, apples hanging on the trees later to be turned into apple pies and caramel apples.

                  The Cultivator

This morning I went to an estate sale. Each time I go to one of these sales, I think of what the person must have been like. This lady could have been me. I could see that she loved her charming, little home. Probably lived in the same house all of her adult life. She took joy in simple things and enjoyed her possessions, cared for them with love. A home filled with memories, music, and joy. One item that struck me , was metal word sign that said "giggle." That sounds like a fun person. Needle work abounded. How many times did she sit in the hospital with a sick child, passing the time with needle and thread. The upstairs had sloped ceilings and she had wallpapered them in cheerful paper with red painted dressers that probably held her treasures. She was a good cook and baker as could be testified by her abundant supply of kitchen utensils, bake ware and pans. She shared my enjoyment of music, a piano marked sold, music books and CD's from the big band era, Michael Buble, broadway and Tony Bennett. Some of which I bought. The garage held an assortment of gardening tools, metal tables and chairs and an old cultivator . The cultivator caught my eye.It has definitley seen better days but it charmed me.It will sit proudly by my she shed, no longer working but enjoying its retirement. And then I think, some day this is what my house will look like. I hope that a lot of strangers will enjoy all my treasures. That they will take a moment to think about the woman that loved her home and just maybe someone will buy the old cultivator to put in their garden.