Blowing in the breeze

 The breeze gently folds the top petal of the poppy down like a mother putting a cap on a childs head, protecting its face from the blazing sun.

July 15 and 16

To Infinity ...and beyond!

Honey bees and bumble bees busily gather nectar, flying from one big blue sphere to the next like astronauts visiting a string of planets. One zooms right past my ear. Buzzzzzz! Flower globes, astronauts, buzzing...it somehow makes me think of Buzz Lightyear. Imagine all those humming insects hollering, "To infinity...and beyond!"


July 16

 

Ivy twists around the tree, covering it so well that one can barely see the bark. 

Four feet off the ground a snail holds on tight as it sleeps in its

 spiral-shaped shell.

Stones in a Row

The River of Stones is flowing and is already at its halfway point. Many people are participating and the most recently posted stones can be found here.  I am a bit behind with posting, so here are my "stones" from the past few days.

Day 11

The afternoon sun shines down on the playground. As the temperature rises, all little pirates abandon ship.





Day 12

A cluster of orange berries dangle from the tree, each one the taste of poison to human lips but to another the sweet bounty of summer--God's way of providing balance

Day 13

Light shining on the farmer's field reminds me of the lines "amber waves of grain" and I think about home.


Day 14

Seeds attached to white fluffy parachutes--
I want to blow as hard as I can
and make a hundred wishes.

Tenth Summer Stone

How unusual. The butterfly's middle looks like it has been painted with white-out or blotched with bleach.  Bright veined wing tips--one golden yellow, the other slightly more orange--look like separate entities touching opposite edges of a foreign achromatic mass. Perhaps this unusual coloring helps protect it from predators, confusing them, but it only served to get my attention. Sometimes there is beauty in imperfection.

Ninth Summer Stone

Body arched upon the thistle's lavender flowerhead, the bee carefully gathers sweet nectar.

Eighth Summer Stone

Keeping my distance, I remain as still as can be, but mother bird hears my camera zoom adjust--she adjusts her view, too.

Seventh Summer Stone

                                                  one lone ripe berry
                                                       my patience
                                                           tested.