Field

This field full of fallen corn stalks sprinkled with spring blooms lives down Redart, which for anyone who hasn't heard is trader backwards. It's pronounced as if it were two words:  red art. (Except a little more quickly, without hesitation.)

I have two words for this weekend:  serenity now.

Friday after work I will race to Daughter's home soccer game.

Saturday night is the prom.  Son is taking the exchange student from Belgium who has been living with my friends across the creek. The evening will commence with a photo shoot at their house, followed by dinner at Sandpiper Reef.  The actual prom will take place at the Piankatank Ruritan Club, conveniently located a mere cartwheel from my house. After the After Prom, Son informs me he will be bringing some friends over for post-After-Prom WhenDoesItEverEnd festivities.

I just want the evening to come and go with everyone staying safe, happy and healthy. Half of me says of course everything will be fine--while the other four-fifths simultaneously reminds me that anything and everything can go wrong.

(Math was never my forte.)

Anyway, I hope to report back on Monday that everything is fine and dandy.

I hope your weekend is fine, dandy and worry-free.

Have a great one.

Fall

Although dusk and dawn can be cool and crisp,

daytime here remains reasonably warm.

Some of our corn crops already have been harvested.

Other fields, like this one, wait their turn 

for the combine to comb the corn rows.

We're still in the early stages of transition to fall, though.

There's still plenty of grass to cut and lots of

ants to kill green to be found.

Happy Friday.  Have a great weekend.

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p.s. My daughter's birthday is this weekend, which means I will be falling! speaking of Fall    dangling for dear life swinging through canopies of trees on a zipline at Go Ape in Williamsburg .  Silly Me thought I could just drop her and her friend off and pick them up after the 2-3 hour ordeal.  But nooooo.  Anyone under 18 must be accompanied by an adult.  

Adult?  Have they met me?

Serenity now.

Sunday

The lot adjacent to Moughons in Mathews Court House

Yesterday was a glorious, wondrous and simultaneously industrious day.

That's a lot of "ous" packed into one sentence day. 

I awoke to the glory of a bright, warm, sunny day but knew I could not tarry, because Easter Sunday would be the perfect opportunity to take photographs of the Court House area without traffic. So out of bed I leapt and up the road I went to take pictures like the one above.

The one above certainly does not look as though it would be a Court House or village scene.  That's because the building which once stood here was razed a long time ago.  My job for the book I'm working on is simply to record things as they are today and juxtapose them with photos of the way they were then.  Then there was a building.  Now, there's No Trespassing signs and buttercups.  And empty space.

After snapping about 30 photographs in downtown Mathews, I grabbed a cup of coffee and drove over to Gwynn's Island.  Last year I spent Easter Sunday at a sunrise service over there.  This year I held my own service from a beach chair overlooking the mouth of the Piankatank River.  After spilling most of my coffee in my lap listening to the choir of the wind and the waves, I went home to get changed for yet another adventure.

View from Gwynn's Island

This next adventure involved photographing a place which belongs to my friend Alda's husband's family. Or the husband of my friend Alda's family.  Or a family somehow connected to my friend who is named Alda.

Anyway.

 It's a beautiful old farm that lives quietly off the road leading from Mathews to Glenns.

A car load of bloggers at last year's Blog Fest will recognize this as the place we were forced to make a quick pit stop when one in our midst had an emergency that needed immediate attention. A cornfield was involved.  And that's all I have to say about that.


Moving right along...

There are acres upon acres of fields and woods just waiting to be savored on this particular piece of property.

The day was so warm and wonderful, I couldn't help myself.

I had to get down in it and do as it was beseeching me to do: savor it. My Vitamin D deprived system forced me to wallow bask in all the sunlight and greenery and fresh air and buttercups.

All this happened before 11:00 yesterday morning.

The rest of the day involved grass cutting; supper cooking; bill paying; laundry doing; dish washing; weed pulling; animal feeding; hammock testing, calendar checking; and book organizing, among many other things.

In short, Easter Sunday was one of the longest days in recent history. The best part was lying in the field above, with the rest of the day ahead of me and not one bit of urgency to accomplish any of it.

What did you do yesterday?

The Cornfield Incident

Once upon a time, a group of bloggers met for a weekend of fun and frivolity.

After gallivanting, cavorting and caravaning through several counties taking photos, they decided to have lunch.

This lunch included cheeseburger boats, hamburger boats, crab cake boats and french fries which evidently is what makes a boat a boat as opposed to those plastic baskets that used to denote a boat. This talk about plastic baskets and boats is not germane to the story other than this: BOATLOADS of french fries and other fried foods were consumed.

Let's return to our incident, already in progress.

On the ride home, one of the passengers had what is known in the medical journals as "a rumbly in the tumbly. " When the driver told her how far they were from home, and added that by the way there's no such thing as public restrooms in the tri-county area, an emergency stop was made to address the shituation.

This emergency stop involved a cornfield and a very, very lovely old farm. It so happens the driver knew the owner of this farm, so she felt it was OK to trespass stop a while and take some photos. It also happens that another passenger had some wet wipes everything necessary for such an emergency stop. It was something else destiny.

While the one passenger addressed her needs, the remainder of the jolly party frolicked about the property gleefully snapping one photo after another.

And when all was said and done, it was a very productive pit stop for all the merry bloggers.

The End.