I wanted to share with you some of the joy of my morning walk this Friday morning.  Here are some of the sights along my path ~ my only regret is that I am unable to embellish these photographs with the sounds and smells of this rural life that surrounds me.

Here is our dirt road ~ my path.....

Here is a wildflower that I have fallen in love with and could not wait to rediscover this summer.  It's bloom is intricate and most delicate  having the thinnest of vines while growing wild along the fenceline of our dirt road.

Here is the old abandoned farm house that stands guard at the entrance of our dirt road.  I often stand gazing at its remnants wondering of the memories that this house must host.

Here is the HUGE fig bush (I call it a tree) in all its grandure that is just beyond the old kitchen window of the farm house.  With the generous rainfall we've had this summer, it is baring literally thousands of figs.

I stood and ate figs alone in the cool morning breeze of this late August day.  The only sounds that surrounded me were those of the birds, the distant highway and the frenzied rise and fall of the morning cicadas.

Above is one of many butterflies who shared in my delight of freshly ripened figs.  The butterflies were a multitude of colors and sizes and shared the sweet juices of the fruits along with dragonflies, beetles and other hoppers.

Since our move to the dirt road, I have become all too selfish with my love of the hay bales as they lie scattered through pastured fields at random.  The sweet fragrance of fresh cut hay permeates the air that I believe will always yield a soothing and comforting memory in years to come.

hkj

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