I took these pics while cruising by them on Lake Moultrie last year in our boat. I cast my fishing line up under them because I thought "If I were a fish, I'd like to live here, in the magical shade and protection of this moss shrouded Juniper tree." I guess the fish thought the same thing and decided not to take the bait. 

I love how the moss has claimed the conifers as a host. I know it's detrimental to the health of tree's but look at that color combo. 

A few new Sherwin Williams colors I came up with yesterday 

Gray Berries

Gin as Tonic

Gifts From Above

 

I am blessed to live on a tiny acre between old growth pines. On morning walks to the chicken coop, little Surcee's are gifted me. Surcee means; little gifts for no apparent reason. I think the origin of the word is Scottish. 

This month's offerings have been delightful! Hawk feathers, owl feathers, dove feathers, tufts of nest and this latest, lichen.  

I believe the surcee's to be apologies for the dreadful inundation of Copperhead snakes this year. I think we are at 10 right now. In their defense, they have all been killed at dusk, which is their bewitching hour and happens to coincide with Zoe's potty walk. 

Not all surcee's are tangible. Some are audible, the turkey's squabbling in the pine ridge nearby, the wailing of bob-cats during mating season. Some are visible, said bob-cats, turkey's, rabbit, birds of all species, butterflies, mayflies, dragonflies, hummingbird's...

  

But, I'm most fond of the little things I can bring in to my little space and look at when the days shorten, when the cold comes — and it will. 

"The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes,

If you foolishly ignore beauty, 

You will be impoverished.

But — if you invest in beauty, 

it will remain with you all the days of your life."

Frank Lloyd Wright

 

Puzzled

 

  

    

I haven't put a puzzle together for 2 1/2 years now. I presumed this as just another area of my life

that has been altered by grief. 

    

Subconsciously, I think I knew that the last thing I needed was the additional challenge of trying to    make pieces of anything make sense, to put broken back together seemed an impossibility.  

While wandering through the toy department last week looking for a puzzle for Tinley, I inadvertently stumbled across one that spoke to me, not the puzzle itself, the name, Winds of Change.

Winds of Change, yes indeed, I can identify with those. It reminded me of a weird word that popped up on a meme recently, Uitwaaien.

Uitwaaien is a Dutch word that cannot be fully translated into English: it literally means 'to walk in the wind" but in the more figurative and commonly used sense, it means to take a brief break to clear one's head.

I have found that "walking in the wind" does just that for me. It drowns out the internal noise. Walking the beach at tide change is my favorite, the wind always seems to kick up then. Another favorite place to walk in the wind is in my own yard, right before a storm (not during) while the leaves swish together like a feather tambourine.

I bought the puzzle, I'm enjoying it. It seems that things that got turned around are slowly righting themselves, while things that maybe needed to change, have/are.

Winds of Change, I like to think there will be a new place to rest when it subsides.

Immersed in Van Gogh

Immersed in Van Gogh

Rowl, the roaring Lion

I asked my granddaughter what she would like me to paint for her. She asked for a white tiger, "And if that mockingbird don't sing, grandma's gonna paint you a ti- a- ger" 

Her baby girl, my great granddaughter Tinley loves tiger's too. She is barely talking but if you ask what a kitty or a tiger says, she will answer "Rowl."  

This is a 26 x 26 oil on wood panel. The Siberian White Tiger has a skull measurement of 16 inches, so with the fur, this is close to the actual size of it's head. Whoa!! 

 

Granny's panties

Granny's panties

The heart-racing dangers of country living and why they’re worth it

The heart-racing dangers of country living and why they’re worth it