Strolling through this Carolinian woodland was a quiet, introspective, peaceful.
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Strolling through this Carolinian woodland was a quiet, introspective, peaceful.
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We recently sojourned at a cabin not too far from home. It is a simple place, off the grid and in the middle of a former pasture transformed into a tallgrass prairie which is fringed by Carolinian bush.
It was a delightful weekend at a place we look forward to visiting again.
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. . . it isn’t. I recently saw this Cicada Killer wasp not far from my feet. Being about 3 or 4 centimeters long it looked rather intimidating. Yet it was minding its own business never mind being aggressive, even not minding much when I very gently put a stick against its legs. A little research revealed that it can be a beneficial insect and is not aggressive.
It left me alone so I left it alone.
EDITED TO ADD: Apparently I neglected to include the photo of said demonic looking creature.
A male House Finch visits our sunflower feeder. I keep at least one feeder up year round. With other food sources so plentiful at this time of year I don’t keep it constantly filled. I like to have them visit because I do enjoy hearing their song.

Lucy’s turn to rest on a dog bed (that she ruffled up) after a session playing fetch. What a pretty girl!

Fitzi, at rest. I love this good boy.


A honeybee takes flight after drinking from a puddle on the deck.

Wagon loads of wheat straw await transport to the barn.
I was born and bred a city boy. Living in a small town in a large farming district has opened my eyes and sensitivities to the turn of the seasons, and to where my food comes from.

As does this road end, so do all roads end.
It’s good to appreciate the journey, and the world you travel through.
