I just read this blog post by my friend and co-worker and would like to share with believers as well as parents. The title of her blog is
Whispersnap, Inspiration for Parents
An idea board on enhancing family life (and more)
Have a blessed day tomorrow and enjoy the following food for thought:
Searching for the true meaning of Thanksgiving
Another test shot with the Fujifilm Finepix T555 pocket camera …
I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
Watchin’ my corn pop up in rows ~ Tim McGraw (Jess Leary/Craig Wiseman)
Ok, it’s not my corn but I own it in my mind.
I stepped from the green grass in my backyard into the cornrows to watch the clouds dance across the field of blue above me.
Like a child, I sat down to greet the cornrows on their own level. The roots looked a bit parched so I stood up and did a little dance of my own.
One with the corn, I reached alongside the 10-foot stalks to fight for my share of the life-sustaining light and warmth of a late-July sun.
Another detail of the field corn in my back yard.
Ah, shucks … just a beetle (?) on a succulent ear of fresh corn husk … and another post for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh!
Depending on the market and the weather, one can yield more than the other. And I guess you could eat both straight out of the field if you were starving … but that’s not the purpose of my post.
Every year a farmer rotates the crop in the field surrounding our house. The plus side of soybeans is that we get to see a lot of deer nibbling on the tender green leaves. The next year, the corn grows tall enough we could sun bathe or cut grass or just frolic in the nude if we wanted to. Only a low flying helicopter (and a government spyglass) could invade our privacy.
The beans draw the deer right up to our back yard. The deer also feel safe in our little corn hole in the wall – where they stop to nibble on the grass, leaves and fruit on our green acres before moving on to the next clearing.
We like the privacy of the corn but the height also blocks out the summer breeze and the sunrise. A healthy corn crop also serves as a sound barrier; we hear less traffic noise from the main road a quarter mile away.
This year we have a bumper crop of corn! If you look closely you can see the neighbors … barely … on the other side of the field.
As for capturing the wild life on camera, au naturale, trust me, you would much rather see four legs having a field day than two tip-toeing through the tulips!
This putto is my Raphael/Donatello, although I am in no way comparing my work to that of the masters. I just wanted to master the “M” setting on my Nikon D5100 to hopefully accomplish detail AND the bokeh you see in the background.
My putto sits on a pedestal in front of a lilac bush in my front yard. The head on this angelic garden statue is about the size of a baseball and the little bird is about 1 inch long.
Just so you don’t have to Google the word putto, Wikipedia defines it as: a figure in a work of art depicted as a chubby male child, usually nude and sometimes winged. Putti are distinct from cherubim. In the plural, “the Cherubim” refers to the biblical angels. While “cherubs” represent the second order of angels, putti are secular and present a non-religious passion. However, in the Baroque period of art, the putto came to represent the omnipresence of God. A putto representing a cupid is also called an amorino (plural amorini).
The Encyclopedia Britannica defines it as: a nude, chubby child figure, often with wings, frequently appearing in both mythological and religious paintings and sculpture, especially of the Renaissance and Baroque periods. Derived from personifications of love, or Eros figures, in Greek and Roman art, putti came to be used to portray cherubim in Italian paintings of the 15th century, especially those of the Madonna and Child. With the revival of classical mythological subjects in the late 15th century, Cupid was commonly represented as a putto, and numbers of anonymous putti were frequently depicted in attendance on various immortals.
When life gives you dandelions …
Make dandelion wine!
I did not Google this to see if this has been said before … but when my ‘best friend’ said no amount of weed killer is going to get rid of the dandelions in God’s 3 green acres we are tending … I remembered a story I wrote for the Tribune-Star about a woman that turned her dandelions into food and WINE! So I’ve stopped whining and am now looking up the recipe! Of course, you have to pop their beautiful little yellow heads off before they go to seed. Another delightful thought!
A closer look at the previous post.
Taken April 14 near my house in Clay County, Indiana