You all know that I am the Klutz Queen of the Universe, but there are other kinds of gracefulness. Last week I looked around my yard where grace and beauty abound thanks to my hubby, Vince.
To me there is nothing more graceful than clouds, and if these seem to be a bit upside down it’s because they are dancing on the water. I dare anyone to be more graceful than that! 🙂
The cloud queen even impressed Puppy Girl, princess of our home. This is as close as PG comes to getting in the water unless held tightly by her mom or dad. She is anything but graceful in the water.
The trees bow their limbs in honor of her majesty. These cloud rulers of the earth are graceful, yet they get puffed up at their own beauty. Beware, “pride cometh before a fall,” my lovely sky beauties.
And lo, up springs a little competition for the rulers of the sky from these little buds that spread their fingers and toes and dance gracefully in the wind.
Who doesn’t love old barns? It’s un-American to hate barns, the image of rural life that once predominated in this country. Today the golden hour arrived with dark gray ominous clouds in the east and brilliant sunlight in the west blasting the spotlight on all the wildflowers in bloom on the foothills. I told Vince I wanted him to take me to the barn we had both decided would make a great photo shoot. I hope you agree with me.
He decided to drop me off, and let me walk home, so I took my time.
The weeds turned out to be nearly as interesting as the barn. They don’t look that high from the road, but in places they could do some intimidating. That black thing holding out gigantic arms is me to give you some perspective on the height of this particularly lovely weed. I am five feet five inches tall.
Along the way I found some items of interest. From the highway this field looks uninhabited, but wait till you see what I found. My favorite might be the road hugger.
The road has gotten a bit overgrown, but the road hugger hugs on. But I also love the old trough.
I don’t know what that bulb is, but it added to the excitement of finding the trough buried in the greenery. However, this find can’t compare to the underground house I found just lying around next door to the barn looking like a well-read book lying on a nightstand.
I’m not sure what this blue container held, but I didn’t look for a spigot. I think it might have landed here from outer space. Bob used to launch rockets not too far from here. Maybe one returned with a present.
The weeds amazed me. If they’d been in the mountains I could call them wildflowers, but here on the valley floor, I know better.
They made a great frame for my Bob’s barn.
I finally quit dallying and did what I came for. It actually still smelled like a barn inside.
Someone must have slept here a while back, and left their bed unmade.
I’m sure this bed belonged to a boy. It seriously looked like the kinds of things my brother hid under his bed, when he was a kid, except the old Halloween candy was missing here. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough. What do you mean you can’t tell it’s a bed?
It would spring up and strike you if it were a snake coiled up like this. Klutzy me, I had to bounce on it a bit. (holding my camera securely against me, of course)
The guy must have gotten mad one night and threw the head off to the other side of the room. Maybe he just had a bad dream and lost his head. Either way this sissy road hugger that came in out of the weather ended up with a bed head on it, so it’s stuck there now.
Enough with the stuff. You came here to see a barn.
This barn has an open door policy.
The view out the back is wild. (flowers that is)
It’s got good bones, and lots of them.
The open floor plan is ever popular.
Good views from every door window opening.
It’s built with long-lasting, high-quality parts.
Upon close inspection, I didn’t find any evidence of termite damage.
But if someone from Central California ever advertises foothill acreage, filled with wildflowers, with a top-notch barn, you might want to take a look first before you buy.
Thank you Bob for letting me take pictures of your barn. I loved it. 🙂 I hope my blogger friends did, too.
I am so excited. When I voted on Tuesday I ran into my friends, Sally and Alice who used to work with me when I was teaching. I love voting. As we chatted afterwards, and Sally asked me if I wanted to contribute a spring photograph for the cover of the magazine published by Kiwanis Club. You all know I said YES!
So now the problem comes of WHICH photograph of the tri-town area do we choose out of hundreds of photographs? This morning I thought of all you, my unbiased friends that don’t know the area, and some that do. I’m going to pick some that I like, and let you choose which picture might pop as a magazine cover. AND if you have other ideas, I might have a picture that goes with it. SO LEND ME YOUR OPINIONS, PLEASE. OK, just give the to me. I won’t give them back.
Wild flowers with a boy?
A stream which is dry all year except spring?
Agriculture in the foothills. The foothill area is a huge citrus area.
I have tons more pictures, but my computer is not loading very well this morning. So please help me out, and tell me which of these you think might make a good magazine cover.