We have entered that beautiful season of boundless color.
Everywhere you look there are bright hues popping up to meet the eye.
Some wild, like these wild columbine...
and some are cultivated, far away from their native northern climes,
like this lupine.
All are magnificently beautiful... wildflower
It's during this time of year that I try to fill all of my senses
with the abundance around me...
in an effort to carry a living, sensual memory
with me into the cold, lifeless months
that lie at the end of all of this beauty.
And though those months of quiet slumber have a beauty
unto themselves, there is nothing as energizing
as the colors of spring, summer, and autumn!
I had a happy surprise this week
while we were out mowing the farm.
And in case you wondered...
we have a bit of help to accomplish all of this mowing.
Our upper pasture areas and blueberry field
are mowed by one of our neighbors, Anna,
(and farm-hands on call... without all of whom we could not survive!)
This still leaves a large parcel of acreage for us to mow,
but working together (on riding mowers)
it is easily accomplished in an afternoon.
Hubbs was mowing the small round pasture area
that lies beside...