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Extremely Dangerous Cat 4 Irma Headed for Florida

Thought I would do a Photo blog of Irma Category 5, the largest Hurricane in History to devastate the State of Florida.

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Mostly personal photos. others found on the W.W.W.

Blessings,

Cynthia

 

 

 

The GoldenRod

“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down”

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“The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down”

I memorized this poem back in High School.

September by Helen Hunt Jackson

The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.
The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.
The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook.
From dewy lanes at morning
the grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.
By all these lovely tokens
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.
But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.
‘T is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

photography by Joan Parker Sutton

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I did get some lovely photos today when I walked around.

I saw 2 fairly sized Iguana’s but they were too fast for my camera.

Last week I seen the largest Iguana since I have been in the Keys. His tail was fully in tact and was at least 2 feet long. His body was HUGE. At any rate a large truck went by and scared him and he became stuck head first in the fence along side the road. I called the Humane Society and they used bolt cutters to free him. He would have not seen another day as he was already stressed and breathing very heavily.

A dragonfly followed me most of the time.

I could see the shadow of him on the road as he flew above me.

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Easy Sunday Morning

 

 

I love sitting in my director’s chair feeding all the creatures that come to greet me. Especially on the weekend with no hustle and bustle of the school kids going off on the buses. One by one to pick them up. The garbage collector doesn’t run either so those horrid sounds are not missed. Coffee in hand, it is a beautiful Sunday morning.

 

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The sky an azure pastel as it starts to brighten up the day.

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It is so interesting watching the cats so amused and yet fearful to step even an inch out the front door which I am thankful for.

It is quite in the apartment.

I can still hear frogs and crickets from the bedroom window.

The summer heat of the day has begun.

The Iguana was missing this morning.

 

Full Moon Inspiration

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My favorite time of the month. The moon was so beautiful last night. I want to walk on the beach tonight.

Full moons put awe in my steps. My heart beats a little faster when I gaze up into the wonders of night sky.

I think of those seeing the same moon and wonder at times if I cross their minds.

The Old Man in the Moon.

Every time I look up at a full moon I think of my dad.

Sound of Growing Corn

© Cynthia Martz

Someday I want to
walk out to the edge of a cornfield
on a full moon night
I will sit myself down on the cool earth
and LISTEN
Can you really hear the corn grow?
Is it growing before my very eyes?
I will look  up into the starry heavens
and LISTEN
The corn stalks weave back and forth like a field of wheat
smooth and in sync
I can Hear
the corn growing
in the stillness of the night
in the light of the full moon
it is a beautiful sound
I will sleep awhile
and LISTEN
to my dreams

Tin Roof

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This is the house I became a teenager in. I think I was around six when my grandparents said we could live in it. It had four rooms. No indoor plumbing. Water was drawn daily from a cool spring well.

I loved it when it rained. The tin roof seemed to be magical with the rain falling on it.

I designed this today.

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