Clusters of hydrangea blooms,
At last week’s catering, there were some unclaimed floral centrepieces. Some of the guests remembered to take theirs, and some were left behind.
They looked beautiful in square glass vases at the centre of each dining table.
I was offered an unclaimed bouquet to take home as a present…..but without the glass vase. The vases belong to the restaurant. I found a new, clear plastic bag that was big enough to hold a bouquet gently in its folds without squeezing a petal.
When I arrived back home, I pulled out the bouquet from the plastic bag and found a suitable glass vase for it. Filled almost to the top with fresh water, I placed the bouquet in the formation it seemed to want to stay. Monochromatic beauty. White hydrangeas with five good-sized, cream-coloured, gently sweet-scented roses tucked in as well.
Inhaled deeply and slowly. Ahhhh…….the whisper of a joyful wedding wish.
I have been enjoying my walks along this country road throughout this summer and into the fall. It has been an eye-opening experience for me to really see how much wondrous beauty I could find every day in this small area. And it isn’t always big, smack-in-your-face, eye-popping beauty. Much of it showed up in subtle ways. Almost as if it would just whisper to me, “look here, oh, and over there! What do you see?” I found beauty in the different trees, various wildflowers, occasional encounters with wildlife, and clouds in the sky that would set the mood from bright and cheerful to sombre and stormy…..with occasional sunsets mixed in. I took hundreds of photos on these walks, because every day brought new treasures to light, and I just HAD to capture them on camera.
Funny, the silly notions we can have sometimes! When I first thought about starting these walks and deciding to take a specific route – initially mostly for the distance I hoped to walk, as well as the time it would take – the thought crossed my mind about how long it would be before I would get bored of seeing what I then thought would be the same old scenery every day. Little did I know…..just what kinds of surprises nature had in store for me! And she was a wonderful teacher…..as always.
The top two pictures are of a farm machine – I believe it’s a combine? But I could be wrong, as I’m not that familiar with farm machinery. It was standing in the field, ready to go to work. I saw it on the first part of my walk, and when I was returning, someone had climbed into it and put it to good use in that field. You can see all dried up cornstalks on the neighbouring field, still standing tall….not having been turned under yet.
Then there was a field that had a late hay harvest – last one for this year – which must have fairly recently been baled and left to dry in the sun.
I took another picture of my favourite little cabin by some woods and down a winding trail….with that ever-present rain puddle halfway up. That puddle never seemed to disappear. And I can look back at photos taken from late spring onwards…..of how that cabin and its immediate surroundings slowly changed over the days and weeks.
And finally a fun-angled photo of the two roads at that intersection…..one of which leads up to my home.
I hope you enjoyed this short “walk” with me.
Slowly in silence
In motion like a whisper –
The earth-kissing mist.
Last Friday on my evening walk, I didn’t know when I started out what beautiful views I would encounter, because it wasn’t until I reached the high point of the road that I could see signs of the approaching mist.
And I felt all excited at how the well-known views that I gaze upon so often would be magically transformed. Some of them seem like watercolour paintings. Some have a hint of spookiness with the addition of tiny plant silhouettes in the foreground. And extra beauty shines through when the colours of the darkening sky join in with this mysterious dance of the mists.