I grew up on a farm where we raised cattle and I learned to appreciate the gentle beasts. A field of cows grazing brings a smile to my face. I could hear the soft munching sound as the grass was wrapped around by the long thick tongue and broken off . I could stand in that field with those cows and the grazing would be the only sound I'd hear. I think this yellow weed is a wild mustard.
I photographed this field on Mother's Day when I was driving out to Hinton Center for lunch with friends. The sight of this golden expanse in the bright sunshine had to be captured and shared. But a small picture can't do it justice. The Moore family owns this property, I believe, in Clay County North Carolina.
Today was exceedingly hot in our part of the world. It was not the best time to be outside. I read some poetry at the Enchanted Gardens Tour held by the Clay County Historical and Arts Council. I was there only an hour but I read several poems and they were appreciated even by those who had to stand in the sun to listen.
I was pleased when someone asked me to read a certain poem from my book, Now Might as Well be Then. It is titled In the Dark. She said she loved that poem and one of the women photographed the page. She really liked the poem. I had not taken any of my books with me, but I believe I would have sold some if I had.
Because of the heat, I enjoy looking at pictures I've made of winter scenes. The one below is the view from my living room to the east.
My little Chi-weenie has presented me with another challenge. This past week she escaped her potty yard and ran away. She is small and when she is in the woods, I can't see her. The only method I have found to get her to come out of hiding is to start my car and call her. She likes to ride in the car.
I had to find out how she managed to get out of her fenced area so I checked every corner and found no sign of digging or opening in the fence. I let her out with me thinking I will watch her and see if she will show me where she is getting out. Immediately, she went up to the fence and began to jump and if I had not caught her she would have been gone again. She can jump the fence in one place, I know, and I wonder if she has other places where she flies over. She has a long body and when she stands on her hind legs, she can almost reach the top of the fence. Who would ever think we would need a five foot fence to keep an eight pound dog inside?
Look at this face. He tiny teeth, about the size of rice kernels, peek out even with her mouth closed. She has a funny little face. I can tell her brain is going in this picture as she plans her next move to get my attention.