Monday, May 17, 2010

Of bonfires and sunsets


Three rickety old chairs.
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All three are now moved and resting invitingly out in the grassy field, way out in our own "yonder", where we plan to also include the carving of a perfect spot for a fire pit later this week.

Bonfires are something we've grown to relish taking time for in our later evenings, especially since we were able to create a simplified version in our former home from leftover paving stones after our driveway reconstruction efforts.


Though this scene below is later in the evening, it's actually a very appealing spot for taking my morning coffee and saying my morning prayers.


The sun spills its rays upon these three chairs shown here throughout the morning and mid afternoon. Yes it does.

I think I've found a new spot to curl up and revel in the sights and sounds of our ever-increasing bird population's morning singsongs.

My bird feeders are spread about the property, enticing new species here from day to day. I especially love the downy woodpeckers, the rose breasted grosbeaks, and the tiny little yellow chickadees. How colorful they are!

We've recently moved our trampoline to the other side of the back property. So now when we glance toward the sunset behind the forest of trees from our little deck, carefully nestled and positioned in our new comfy cozy wooden chairs, we will always happen upon a clear view to the back property scene out there in our own personal "yonder".

Yes, even towards those rickety white chairs which have served the purpose in this family for so many years.
Worn and aged, these chairs are still dear to us.

Here's looking at summer bonfire nights, the ones we'll soon be enjoying.

And here's also looking to sunsets beforehand, sinking sweetly into our new wooden chairs, hand in hand.




I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when the dusk of evening begins to gather over the watery eye, and the shadows of twilight grow broader and deeper upon the understanding."


~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, American poet of the 19th century - 1807-1882