I love that you included the last photo. It might not be as aesthetically pleasing as those above, but after all — even the wind sometimes has work to do. It can’t just play among the grass heads!
Thank you, Linda. I thought it was a fitting image to end the post.
Back in the old days (pre-hip, heart & back surgeries), I used to clean up and wash the exterior windows, as well as the seepage stains on the balcony tiles once a week.
Now, I tend to sweep up after most storms and wash the windows once or twice per season only.
Since the fairy wrens and house sparrows haven’t visited for awhile, maybe they’re waiting until I’ve done the ‘yard’ work and replant some herbs for them to snack on.
I had to empty and remove the bird bath as the rock pigeons and other larger birds kept fighting and made a huge mess of bird poop. I suspect there is a couple of blackbirds too.
Agreed, I love it, too. I once visited Boise, Idaho which is surrounded by grassland prairie. There was always a breeze and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those swaying grasses!
Quick story…….
I had been into the city via bus and got a little damp from misty rain showers. Coming home people were staring at me on the bus and it wasn’t until I arrived home and looked in the bathroom mirror that I found one side of my hair had ‘blown’ out sideways and dried that way. Seriously.
Embarrassingly funny, but that’s the way life is when you’ve got fine wavy hair that you’ve straightened every morning for work in your adult life. I guess everyone always thought I had straight bobbed hair back in my working life.
The beautiful flow of grasses blowing in the wind ~ nature’s way of meditating 🙂 Wonderful photos, Vicki. It is the essence of what feels good about nature.
Thank you, Randall. I never get tired of watching the grasses blow in the wind. It relaxes me instantly. Sometimes it almost seems like nature is caressing my face and asking nothing more than I sit in silence and feel the breeze on my face and in my hair.
I love that you included the last photo. It might not be as aesthetically pleasing as those above, but after all — even the wind sometimes has work to do. It can’t just play among the grass heads!
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Thank you, Linda. I thought it was a fitting image to end the post.
Back in the old days (pre-hip, heart & back surgeries), I used to clean up and wash the exterior windows, as well as the seepage stains on the balcony tiles once a week.
Now, I tend to sweep up after most storms and wash the windows once or twice per season only.
Since the fairy wrens and house sparrows haven’t visited for awhile, maybe they’re waiting until I’ve done the ‘yard’ work and replant some herbs for them to snack on.
I had to empty and remove the bird bath as the rock pigeons and other larger birds kept fighting and made a huge mess of bird poop. I suspect there is a couple of blackbirds too.
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Yes!
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Don’t you just love watching the grass blow in the breeze, Eliza. So calming and peaceful to me – just like a meditation if you watch long enough. 🙂
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Agreed, I love it, too. I once visited Boise, Idaho which is surrounded by grassland prairie. There was always a breeze and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from those swaying grasses!
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On a windy day, my hair looks like those grasses! 🙂
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Mine too, Peggy. 😀
Quick story…….
I had been into the city via bus and got a little damp from misty rain showers. Coming home people were staring at me on the bus and it wasn’t until I arrived home and looked in the bathroom mirror that I found one side of my hair had ‘blown’ out sideways and dried that way. Seriously.
Embarrassingly funny, but that’s the way life is when you’ve got fine wavy hair that you’ve straightened every morning for work in your adult life. I guess everyone always thought I had straight bobbed hair back in my working life.
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Great story Vicki. I always say my hair looks like it has been done with an egg beater.
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The beautiful flow of grasses blowing in the wind ~ nature’s way of meditating 🙂 Wonderful photos, Vicki. It is the essence of what feels good about nature.
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Thank you, Randall. I never get tired of watching the grasses blow in the wind. It relaxes me instantly. Sometimes it almost seems like nature is caressing my face and asking nothing more than I sit in silence and feel the breeze on my face and in my hair.
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This is poetry, Vicki 🙂
Beautifully said.
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