Up with the birds!
When I looked into the back yard at 6:00 this morning, there was Lady Wren entering the Swiss Chalet with a breakfast tray. She moved so fast that I wasn’t able to figure out what was on the menu for Tuesday.
Later as Mr. McD opened the bench by some cedar hedging to fetch out cushions for the lawn swing, who should he see but Jumpy the Tree Frog! How on earth did he get in there with the lid closed? But there he was, and he didn’t so much as apologize for being in the way either.
Keeping the bird baths filled and clean is a must on a day as hot as this – 29 degrees!
However, I spent part of the day dabbling in snow! And I’m not pulling your leg! Using a thin wash of oil paint, I brushed in the shapes on canvas of a winter painting that will be titled “Blair Stone Arch.” Covered with mounds of fluffy snow, it is located about five minutes from our home. Well, the snow isn’t . . . but it was when I photographed it. The quaint arch spans the Bowman/Blair Creek. Its very shape reveals the history of the area when Scottish settlers arrived in the year 1830.
As the sun sets, it bathes the trunks of the forest’s trees in an orange glow. Lady Wren is on her way into Swiss Chalet for the night.
I have a hunch that she is about to sing this lullaby:
Day is done
Gone the sun
From the lake
From the hills
From the sky
All is well
God is nigh
As dusk settles down over Cedar Hollow, an evening primrose near the purple petunias pops open without a sound, ready to catch moonbeams in her golden cup. The lighthouse on the rocky cliff sends forth shafts of light over the water.
Good night all.
I remember us singing Day is Done when Rebekah was about six years old and we were camping in your fifth wheel trailer. Good memories.