A Week Has Whisked Away

A week since I last posted!  Stories and ideas have run about in my head--a result of trying to finish a family history project [not finished!] in between the demands of harvesting and putting up produce.

Odd segments of days and nights pop out with clarity---for the most part, the days were a repetition of hot and humid weather that left my brain feeling muffled.

The sunflowers are enjoying the heat.  The ones in the rear of the bed are towering. 

Today I found that one had crashed down.

I have to look up the name of this wildflower--again.  Bovey Belle kindly identified it for me last summer.

I used to remember this sort of thing.

Daisies, fresh before the heat of the day exhausts them.

Queen Anne's lace--to me one of the most beautiful and intricate of common wildlings.

I spotted this oddly branched goldenrod from a distance.

The dense bit in the middle looked like a bird's nest until I got closer.

This photo was an instant favorite.  I looked back at the tobacco barn awash in a field of Queen Anne's Lace that danced gently in an early morning breeze.

I remember as a child the sensation of lying down in a stand of uncut hay to gaze up at the sky--or flopping face down, supported by elbows to look at the grass roots.

I balanced on one knee to take this shot--there is a slight rise up to the barn, emphasized by the angle of the photo. I almost think I could paint it.