It was just after seven a few nights ago when I went for a walk down the road with my daughter. On the way back home, we saw some interesting berries up on the bank so I went into the house to get the camera. As usual, with the camera in my hands, I found more and more things to photograph.
I always intend on purchasing a wild berry identification book. The ones we found were bright red, in clusters of six, arranged in the middle of an oval leaf. I would like to know their name.
Our house looked calm and beautiful in the end of day light. Laundry hanging, the lawn mowed so nicely by my hard working sons.
I’m always followed loyally by my small sons and daughter, with bright eyed curiosity.
More berries (’tis the season), these were on single stems. I picked wild blackberries for Sarah today and offered them to her. I wondered if she would find them too seedy, but she ate them up and asked for more.
Today I searched the wildflower book for this blossom. It is currently growing down at the stream and the butterflies love it. I thought I had identified it as a Spotted Joe-Pye Weed, but the leaves did NOT smell of vanilla when crushed.
I am so grateful to live with ponds. They offer endless discovery and beauty for the entire family.
Another view of the homeplace.
Charming cattail, growing by the pond. The one in the middle is wearing a flowing scarf.
Gathered a light green chicken egg, from my flock which is down to 10 hens.
And eight darkly shining little bugs.
“The God who fashioned flow’rs and trees,
Delights to give us things that please,
And all His handiwork so fair
His glory and His love declare.” Margaret K. Frazer, from A Treasury of Poems