Saturday, September 18, 2010

September Morning

Early this morning when I walked to the barn to feed the horses, I realized it must have rained in the early morning hours. Just a slight dampening of the ground and the amazing smell of a freshly misted Mother Earth. I looked out in the field as the sun was coming up and it was glistening on freshly washed wild oats.

           I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen
                   Of meadow flowers and butterflies
         In summers that have been
                Of yellow leaves and gossamer
          In autumns that there were
                    With morning mist and golden sun
      And wind upon my hair.

      J.R.R. Tolkien

1 comment:

  1. I really love this picture mama. Can I call you "mama" now? I like how it sounds better than "MOM". ♥