Tuesdays of Texture (de monte y mar)
Went for a walk this morning and saw this open lily bud…all those little pieces somehow become the beautiful flowers I pass every morning. Nature is amazing😄
CFFC (Cee’s Photography)
I took this pic on a walk last week because of all the different kinds of clouds all in one space. When I look at the clouds in the sky, I do 1 of 2 things – 1) I imagine myself flying through the clouds, lying on their fluffy coolness and spying on the world below or 2) I look for fun shapes in the clouds like in one of my favorite children’s books, It Looked Like Spilled Milk by Charles G. Shaw. I would always read this book in Spring to my Preschool class and then we would take some white paint, drip it onto blue paper and then fold the paper in half and squish the paint around. We would then take turns opening our papers to see what shape cloud we made. Preschoolers have wonderful imaginations. Sometimes I miss being a preschool teacher.
CYW: Unmellow Yellow (Jennifer Nichole Wells)
I used to live up in the hills of Los Gatos and every summer the local fire houses would come up and practice fire drills up on our hill. The first year we saw them come up, I was surprised and thankful. Surprised because I didn’t know they did that though after thinking about, I was like “Duh” of course they practice fire preparedness. I felt bad for them though having to work in their full uniforms in the blazing heat. We get pretty hot summers and up in the hills we were usually 10-15 degrees hotter. So, as I said, I was also thankful because there are men and women willing to put on the uniform and do the job.
I took this picture at the Uesugi Farms Pumpkin Patch in Morgan Hill, CA many years ago when I took my preschoolers on a field trip there. It was such a beautiful day for late October. Everything on the farm seemed so vibrant from the green of the corn stalks that made up the maze to the giant hill of pumpkins. It was such a wonderful experience for us all. Field trips were always hectic, but that is one trip I actually miss going on with the kids.
I haven’t been for a walk in a long time because of my wisdom tooth extraction, the craziness of the holidays, and the blessed rain. This morning I woke up early and felt no pain and heard no rain, so I bundled myself up and out I went. The sun was just coming up and the air was crisp, but it felt good to be out moving again. I pushed myself a little further than I meant to go and ended up having to take a long nap, but it was worth it to see the beauty all around me like these glistening rain drops on the few leaves the storm left behind.
Sunday Trees (Becca Givens)
I took this one on one of the last blue sky days last week. Since then it has been rainy and grey and oddly humid. I love the rain. It’s so good to hear it, feel it, and have it go on for days. Next week, there are supposed to be four days in a row of rain. You never know how much a drought is going to affect your mood until you find yourself in the middle of one that has gone on for years particularly when you are someone like me who favors Fall and Winter over Spring and Summer. Yesterday, after helping to run the kids activities at a Christmas Party, I walked out into a real down pour and I found myself just wanting to stand there like Andy Dufresne when he finally emerged from the sewers of Shawshank. The cool rain drops on my skin, the fresh air pulled into my lungs, the sounds of thousands upon thousands of rain drops hitting the pavement and puddles all around me. It was beautiful and I apparently wasn’t the only one feeling it as one of the party goers saw me standing there looking at the sky and came out to join me. “It’s wonderful isn’t it?” I just nodded and we stood together silently getting soaked with smiles on our faces. Luckily my husband was home and met me at the door with towels when I arrived, but it was worth it to just stand and feel the rain again. It will be one of those memories that will be there for me when the sweltering heat returns.
Sunday Trees (Becca Givens)
I took some pictures of a bunch of trees this week as it’s starting to get cold and the beautiful fall colors are beginning to disappear. Gotta love this bright yellow. These trees remind me of a Bob Ross painting for some reason. I used to love watching him paint. He made it look so easy.