It was that kind of morning –you know the kind…
The event I was teaching for came to an end yesterday afternoon, we had a good night to sleep in and rest and catch up!
I purposely turned OFF my alarm hoping to get at least an extra hour or so of shut-eye, but NOPE!
The morning that “Dawn’s Early Light” comes creeping through the sky light, my eyes begrudgingly opened, one at a time, testing their surroundings, checking the time on the clock and deciding if it is really time to be officially UP yet for the day.
There was no turning back after that. Up we go, out we go!
But quietly – the rest of the house is still asleep and we don’t want to wake anyone.
My favorite! Queen Anne’s Lace!
I feel right at home here tucked into the valley between the Allegheny mountains. The morning air is cool, but humid – there is rain in the distance.
Dirt roads lead to farms!
The corn is past its peak, as summer blends seamlessly into impending autumn –stalks drying in the open air. It won’t be long until harvest comes.
Tall stalks aren’t tall enough to hide the mountains in the distance!
Chimney remains where a house once stood.
I’ve always felt like chimney stones and bricks left standing long after a house has gone are a sacred marker, a reminder of family life past. It’s hard to describe, but I think of the day to day activities that happened in this house that was once a home. Breakfast on the stove. Kids rushing to get ready for school. Laundry on the line, chickens in the yard. Who lived here? And why is this house no more?
Who sat by this fire place and told stories?
Pond in the distance.
And I walk on.
Barns and farm houses. A favorite Pennsylvania sight!
Morning fields full of more Queen Anne’s Lace, the sun peeking through clouds.
Tall silos standing watch over the new day.
Long fences, and cattle in the pasture.
White windows on a barn complete with weathervane!
I love this place! Some love the big cities and all of the hustle and bustle, but as for me, I am a country girl at heart and I find my peace and my bliss out amongst the farms, fields, mountains and green places.
Fields of beans!
Sturdy brick farm houses with white trim and many gables.
A chubby silo by yet another barn.
I am grateful for the early wake up and the opportunity to just walk and walk and think and be part of this.
Who are you looking at??
Come Baaaaahhhhck soon!
Love from Pennsylvania -