Blazing Trails Last Thursday

The orange is Hubby on the tractor

while I follow with cold drinks

The weather was summer warm Thursday.

You know it's dry when dogs can make a dust cloud.

I got into a small predicament.

Walked down to Hubby with a cold drink

 and bribed him to help me out.

He did and I left "while the getting was good".

We were unable to access this fence except by foot.

 Hubby worked so we can drive by and repair easier.

The drought is showing 

but some of the trees are changing colors too.

And that was one more day At The Farm.

Freaky Nature Or Goodly Lessons?

A tree bent by nature will now grow this way.

Bending but not breaking as many of us have experienced in life.

Look at those colors!

Orange, green, white, gray and brown...

They all seem to be coexisting without problems.

Signs of the Templar Knights?

An ancient language?

Proof of early settlement?

Simply a rock marked by life

yet it remains solid.

Is this a trail tree or merely a tree handicapped in its youth?

It continues to grow even with many difficulties.

Freaky nature or life lessons?

Colors of Night

Colors of night
wild and free
unseen voices
serenade me

Fear not the dark
listen to songs
and flights
with romantic tones

Bats wing unseen
almost silently fly
while frog and crickets sing
fireflies blink amorous sighs

Deep in the dark
predators roam
who feed on the songsters
no right or wrong

Day breaks
night beauty fades
with the sun's light

dark feast degrades

Rest for the return of the night.

Poets United Midweek Motif