...on the homefront....
Last evening there was calm in the heavens as Cowboy and I sat on the front porch, the evening chores were done. Supper was in the oven with the aromas of pot roast and blueberry muffins sifting through the door casings.
It was a quiet Sunday and we were able to catch up on our neglected pastimes. Cowboy picked up his carving tools. I curled up with chapters in a book that was awaiting me; one which had been collecting dust in its half open state.
The sun had begun to dim its glow over the horizon and for a brief interlude we were lost in capricious conversation.
A breeze played soft music through the wind chimes hanging on the eves, yet the locust leaves shivered. We listened, as over head the birds were hastily seeking shelter.
A breeze played soft music through the wind chimes hanging on the eves, yet the locust leaves shivered. We listened, as over head the birds were hastily seeking shelter.
Is there a storm blowing in, we wondered?
Soon dirt devils began to swirl in a dance with the sagebrush and the elms began bowing with their applause.
We watched as the horses banished the wind in foolish delight. In the obscurity of the moment, cattle could be heard drifting hastily into the coulees.
Gusting winds began unleashing mayhem over the prairies, disarranging tumbleweeds, entangling them amid the fences.
Supper was ready. I gathered the corners of the blanket surrounding me and we went inside, closing the doors against the intrusive fingers of Ol' Man Winter.
Ol’ Jack Frost hasn’t knocked yet, he is still next door!
30 comments:
Oh, but you have painted the nicest picture of a country evening. But now i am hungry for blueberry muffins or any kind of baked goods. Now if i can just find someone to bake some for me.
What a beautifully depicted fall scene. You captured it so eloquently Barb! It was just the serene mental picture I needed this morning.
Qiet days are nice, aren't they Barb? Your supper made me hungry. I haven't made pot roast in ages. Got to do that again, soon. Our temperatures are in the mid-80s this week, so summer is not giving up just yet.
Love the photo, and your musings were lovely.
Hope today is a quiet day as well!
Hugs,
Renie
What a lovely evening
Barb, pass me a muffin please. LOL
I'm starving !
There's nothing better than times like this when we can still ourselves and enjoy the peace of the moment. Such a nice scenario you've described.
Speaking of muffins, it must be that time of year. I made some just the other day, too. I didn't have blueberries so I added raspberries. They didn't last long!
Sigh...what a delightful scenario...I can hear the sounds, smell the scents and feel the breeze from here. Beautiful post.
You ended your day with a sunset, I started mine with a sunrise.
Old Man Winter is coming. We had to throw some logs into the fireplace last night.
This morning is foggy and quite chilly, the aspens are turning their golden hue. Cannot wait to photograph them!
Jack Frost is moving in. Woke this morning to a little bit of frost on the grass near the roads. Oh my poor tomatoes. Lovely evening you describe...I am rocking right beside you on that porch waiting for supper.
I just found you through Janice. Nice blog. My daughter lives on a ranch in E-Wa. that has been her husbands family for around 150 years. Whereabouts are you? MB
Gorgeous writing. I love it!
I so jealous. In my world, dirt devils are vacuum cleaners!
:)
We don't get trick-or-treaters here but I sure wouldn't mind if they came!
Blessings!
Lacy
Wonderful sunset ... ^-^
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What a wonderful post! Fall has arrived here too although not nearly as eloquently!
I'm getting excited for Fall. No, really...I am.
I think.
The way you describe the evening and the scenery makes me feel so peaceful. You have such a gift for writing.
And yes, keep old man winter at bay for a while, PLEASE!
First... Razor... thanks, I NEEDED that laugh!
Other FIRST... Barb... SIGH SIGH SIGH, what a beautiful post.
PS
Keep Jack up there.
Jenn
I just love this transitional time of year! The crisp evenings on the porch. The tangy mornings! You make me smile!
What an evening you describe....
MMMmmm I can smell the roast and muffins noe too...Yum!
Hi there
Came via the black box :-)) Great Blog :-)
Quiet... It's such a wonderful feeling to hear quiet :-)
I live in a big city so I run away to the mountains as much as I can just to hear QUIET...
And You just get it-great :-)
Sylwia
What a beautiful evening. How do you make those muffins? I don't have blueberries but I have raspberry in the freezer and jam too. Smells great ... in my imagination!
Thanks for visiting our blog. Your words are wonderful as is the photo. I, personally, am ignoring what the chill in the night air really means and pretending that it is going to stay like it is right now, warm in the day and cool in the night.
Cowboy's Wife
thanks for your visiting ,,
I subscribed to you blog so I can keep on with all new stuffs '^^
Lovely..lovely picture too. I don't want to talk about winter yet though.
Oh, what a lovely description of an autumn evening on your ranch.....like I was there!
What a beautiful picture you painted with your words.......
Lovely photo of the setting sun.
I see you have a playlist.....I like it......=)
Now I must go cover the tomato plants before they freeze.......jack frost is doing his best to make an appearance here, but has yet to knock to hard.
I am so jealous of your way of life! It sounds so peaceful and *beautiful*. Thanks for your comment on my blog. :o)
Sounds like a delicious evening altogether! Thanks for sharing it (and I hope Jack Frost stays away a little longer!).
You paint a lovely picture of a world so far away from my busy London streets.
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