Images from the weekend

How was your weekend, my friends? I was saddened to see all the reports of the terrible weather through the States, especially those struck with tornadoes.

Our weather on Saturday was wicked but I felt safe in this old manor house with its thick stone walls. So while the winds howled all afternoon and through the night and the rain beat down and the thunder boomed, we were quite cozy inside. (George was wrapped up in a little ball sitting right next to me in the spot he stays when there’s a storm).

Here’s just a sampling of photos from the weekend.




Out the breakfast nook window Saturday morning.

It had just begun to rain.





Out the master bedroom window. You can’t tell by the photo, but it’s pouring.  My husband went out to cut lettuce from the garden for me because he forgot to bring some in before the rain began in earnest.

I am so demanding.


(No, I’m not. I told him to forget it, but he insisted).




Red-tailed hawk on Sunday morning.




The dogwood tree by the house.

(The texture is from Florabella).




I love violets.


And shallow depth-of-field.








I even got some work done. On Saturday while it rained, I did my ironing in the kitchen.

My sister, Char, loves to iron and I can really understand why.




It’s the soothing repetition – the smoothing out of all the wrinkles and imperfections.

It’s an act of putting everything in order.




And when everything’s in order – it feels like life is in order.

Hope your week is off to a good beginning.


Until tomorrow, my friends . . .