As we so often do; after a long day of chores and yard work, my husband and I go for a drive or a walk (sometimes both). Yesterday we drove to a nearby town, stopped the car on an old dirt road and just meandered on down ~
A rural, pastoral view of the Cambridge Hills
There is such beauty to be found here,so much history and remnants of times past. Work for the future, as we pass signs depicting the “RIGHT TO FARM”.
Barns and sheds some being used for their intended purposes, some now storage or sitting unused and in a state disrepair…loved and lost.
It’s all a-blur…:)
On a country road
I guess my feet know where they want me to go….James Taylor.
Flowers along the way..
Gold, pure Gold.
I never fail to be impressed by the beauty of flowers..
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
In friendship’s fragrant garden,
There are flowers of every hue.
Each with its own fair beauty
And its gift of joy for you.
Earth laughs in flowers -Emerson
I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.
Edna St. Vincent Millay, “Afternoon on a Hill”
Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out-values all the utilities of the world.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1844 Oh, for the love of Emerson ❤
Flowers seem intended for the solace of ordinary humanity.
Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.
Henry Beecher, Life Thoughts, 1858
Be Well, take a walk…:)