The Land of Melting Shadows: July 2017

The Land of Melting Shadows

There once was a land, no further away than your imagination. A Land where the Trees’ whispers can be heard on the wind. And the squirrels chitter and chatter as they scamper to and fro amongst the branches - playing their endless game of tag.

A Land where the Brooks babble endlessly amid fern covered banks. Fish and Tadpoles play a game of Leapfrog in the clear, cool water and Turtles sunbathe nearby.

A Land where the tall Grasses sway in the breeze as if dancing to a distant tune. Wild flowers wave their petals at the busy Bees who fly by; Beckoning to them. Enticing them.

A Land where the Deer graze peacefully in the lush, green valleys. A Land where the Birds and the Faeries gather in the bushes of an evening to share the day's gossip. And the Frog serenade, with Cricket accompaniment, continues well into the night.

A Land where the morning sun melts the night into the shadows of the day. And at sunset the shadows melt into night. But there are times when the shadows melt into things best left to one’s imagination.

A Land of Melting Shadows.

Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Bambi

As many of you Readers know, we have game cameras up at our place in the mountains. And at this time of year babies are every where. We have a small herd of deer who travel through on occasion. It has been the same deer for the last 3 years - the oldest doe has no tail so we are able to recognize her on the game camera. Well a few weeks ago, that same doe (we call her Jane - get it? Jane Doe) brought a younger doe and a fawn across the trail camera's view. And at the end of the video clip, it was as if Mama or maybe Grandma Jane told the fawn to go back and look in the camera.

The Land of Melting Shadows

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