Posts from the ‘Cane Creek Mountains’ category

If I could share one scene from my day today with you all, it would be from the morning drive. Just off Snow Camp Road is a field full of green young leaves.

Maybe soybeans, maybe sorghum, beautiful and lush regardless. It’s not my usual route anymore, so I try to go a bit slower and take in the scenery a bit more.

It was movement that caught my attention today. A lovely doe and her fawn were making their way across the field, basically playing as they bounced through the plants. There were no cars around so I stopped to watch a few seconds.

They weren’t rushing. They paid me no mind. They seemed to be simply enjoying the fresh, relatively cool morning air together.

Note to self: Play more in the summer morning air. Well done, Monday. Well done.

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The sunset is enough. The sunset is always enough.

But this evening, accompanying this beautiful and peaceful scene is the distinct and wonderful aroma of freshly cut hay. It is a windows open, glass in hand, front row seat to the tree frog and crickets symphony, kind of evening.

And I am so grateful for every second.

Well done, Thursday. Well done!

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Some days I don’t drive this part of this old road, but seeing glimpses like this makes me remember what a beautiful place this is. You can’t see the creek in this picture, but it is there, meandering through the landscape from pasture to pasture and field to field.

There are higher hills a few hours to the west, and larger bodies of water nearby as well. The colors change with the rhythms of the season, but for me these hills are timeless, always just beyond the tree-line from my back porch. Quiet, almost hidden, these Cane Creek Mountains are the very picture of perfect spring green on this April afternoon.

~ Enjoy the everyday beauty~

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You can see it in the approaching clouds, an angry sky ushering in the thunderstorm air, energetic, powerful, destructive and cleansing all at once.  It’s terrifyingly beautiful.

This was the scene earlier this afternoon a little ways up the road.  That’s the storm rolling in over the Cane Creek Mountains.   Yes, I stopped in the middle of the road to take the picture, there was no other traffic around.

Fast forward a couple of hours, and I’m home enjoying the rhythm of the rain rushing through the leaves, driven hard by the wind.   That same wind is dancing with the branches, making them swirl and sway in a summer storm tango.

Hang in there big trees, hang in there!

I’m drinking it all in from the relative shelter of a screened in porch: the wind, the rain, the grumbling thunder and even the lightning that cracks across the darkening sky.

This is a good one, and I hope you all have the opportunity to enjoy the lullaby of the rain and wind through the thunderstorm air.

~ Can’t wait to see the sunrise tomorrow, somehow sunshine always seems brighter after storms  ~

Peace.

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