Recently Scene in the Country
I don't know why but when I stare at this picture I keep expecting Mr. Ed the talking horse to come out and snort hello.
This time of year, my favorite summer sundress is almost as worn as this butterfly's wings.
There was a time when I thought hay bales were put there by farmers for Andrew Wyeth to paint.
Comments
I love hay field shots with the blue skies and puffy clouds. Don't you feel sorry for those butterflies when you see their tattered wings? I do. They have such a short life and I feel like they don't think they're pretty anymore.
Posted by: Deana | September 12, 2009 1:55 PM
Yes, I know what you mean, Deana. I do feel bad for the butterflies when their fragile wings are tattered. It's like the butterfly's version of old age and I worry how they got that way.
And the hay bales always remind me of shredded wheat cereal.
Posted by: colleen | September 12, 2009 2:24 PM
you are amazing... the way you dedicate and deliver and think and write.. I am the most distant bale.
Posted by: lucy | September 12, 2009 7:48 PM
Mine is up front but out of view.
Posted by: colleen | September 12, 2009 10:08 PM
Beautiful pictures, my dear....That Butterfly is exquisite! I love the look of it's wings. And that field with the Bales of Hay....PERFECT! And the doors, too! A joy---all three!
Posted by: OldOldLady Of The Hills | September 12, 2009 10:36 PM
Beautiful photos!
Posted by: Jean | September 13, 2009 6:16 AM
special observations..sad on the butterfly i think this time of year is sad anyhow the packing it all in.sk
Posted by: sandy | September 13, 2009 6:57 AM
Beautiful photos! Especially the last one. I can just see myself running around that area.
Posted by: Charles Bjørnsen Ravndal | September 13, 2009 5:43 PM