Sunday morning

I know, I know. I’m sorry - I haven’t written in nearly a week. It’s either feast or famine with me, you see. I although I certainly have my excuses, too many of them are things I don’t want to go into here. But one of my excuses is being absorbed in reading books.

You really can escape into a good book, can’t you?

 

Sunday morning, before I began my leftover Saturday chores, I sat outside with my coffee and my camera.

The air was crisp and lovely with not a hint of humidity. For most of last week, we’d been in a steam bath here which was really getting me down.

 

But Sunday, and then today were absolutely lovely.

 

 

Sometimes I like to shoot right into the sun.

 

Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the sun, but mama
that's where the fun is. ~Bruce Springsteen, Blinded by the Light

 

"If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It's a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it's time to reflect on what's come before."
-Mitchell Burgess

 

I can feel Mother Earth beginning to close those drapes, and I want this season to last a good long time because I just love Autumn.

And I missed most of it last year.

 

I heard them before I saw them, and this was my fleeting glimpse of the geese flying as I lifted my camera to take their picture.

 

 

A pair of hummingbirds were keeping close watch on the feeders, trying to stay out of the way of the European hornets that have been annoying all of us for the past month. It’s chilly tonight and part of me wants to go outside and kill them with my spray, but the other part of me has just read The Hunger Games where the worst part, as far as I’m concerned, was the lethal yellow jackets.

And so I keep my distance.

And they’re so big, I wonder if the spray will really kill the suckers.

 

 

But the hummers sure are pretty.

And I like ‘em in black & white.

 

 

I could go on and talk about the pretty flowers, but I just don’t have it in me today. I’m sure I’ll snap out of this funk soon.

I think I’ll head back into my book. Sorry I’m not better company ~ but tomorrow’s another day. And it will be a better one.

 

 

And I'm driving a stolen car
On a pitch black night
And I'm telling myself I'm gonna be alright
But I ride by night and I travel in fear
That in this darkness I will disappear

~Bruce Springsteen, Stolen Car