Little lacy flowers dancing in the breeze in nearly every meadow this time of year. Beware, there is a hidden danger in alluring meadows like the one you see. I have come to the conclusion that anytime you see someone carelessly strolling through a field brushing their hand across the grass and flowers, it is definitely NOT in Kentucky. If you are
ignorant brave enough or just don’t know what you’re doing, you could walk through the tall grass to admire or pick these and other beautiful wildflowers but the dreaded menace of the south will be waiting for unsuspecting hosts. What is this menace I speak of? Chiggers. The tiny mites that wait on tall grasses and Queen Anne’s Lace (affectionately called Chigger Weed by anyone who has suffered from the little pests). I haven’t had them in years, mostly because I just don’t venture into meadows and fields for blackberry picking with a tank top, shorts and flip-flops. 😉
I admire Queen Anne’s Lace from a distance. Lucky you, though! You don’t even have to risk getting too close, you can look at my picture!
Black and blue berries that is. The grandma, the boys and I went to pick some berries at a local winery. Grandma is friends with the owner and they let us pick some (second crop) blueberries and blackberries. I am not one to rave about something if it isn’t worth the raving, so the fact that I am writing at all about their wine says something about the product.
McIntyre’s Winery makes some of the best blueberry and blackberry wine I’ve ever had. Established in 2011, they are a small winery just southeast of Bardstown in a beautiful little area called Botland. Tommy and Debbie McIntyre are the friendliest people and they truly enjoy what they do, it shows in their product.
The blueberry wine sort of dances on your tongue with a slightly playful hint of blueberries. The blackberry, a more robust fruit, has a fuller bodied taste. Anyway, both are really good, especially if you are looking for something a little off the beaten path.
Here are some pics from our latest berry picking adventures.
Grandma keeping watch.
I’ll just take some from your bucket, mine seems to have a hole in it or something.
Tommy McIntyre, the owner
I had the opportunity to see the sunrise from my mother-in-law’s house this morning—of course I took pictures. It reminded me of a song. Here are both. Enjoy and have a great weekend!
Okay they are not clouds, only tree reflections. I think it would have worked better with black coffee. I’ll have to try that next time. : )
We were blessed with a small afternoon shower. It rained long enough to water the plants I had just planted, saving me the trouble!
This past weekend I had the pleasure of taking some photos of my sister, Sarah, and friend, Jason. This would have been a first prom for both of them, but they didn’t get to go. Sarah would not be allowed to attend the prom at Jason’s school due to the some school rules.
They wanted to show that they could have a good time with out the cheesy disco ball, strobe lights and likely poorly chosen music. So they got dressed up and I took their pictures. Unfortunately it rained—the entire time. We made it work and had a blast doing so.
She will kill me for this picture, but you have to see how amazingly gorgeous her eyes are!
Now it was time for some fun. Some light off-roading through Jason’s farm to get to a pond with a lovely little pavilion. Made me realize how much I missed those days my husband and I used to go off-roading. Ahh, to be young and care free. Well, I am still young but the care free part has vanished into oblivion. ha ha.
On to the next location where they really had some fun!
As you can see they had fun. I was only slightly frustrated and disappointed that I had to use my old Sony Cybershot for the outdoor photos and they didn’t turn out as good as I would have liked. However, It was the most exciting prom I’ve been to. Actually, it was the only prom experience I’ve had, I didn’t go to prom either. What were your experiences with prom? Did you go? Was it what you expected? What sort of “rite of passage” things are done in other parts of the world? Please share.
Ribbons of light bend and sway.
Never stopping until their source of energy is exhausted.
Devouring anything they are fed with a ravenous hunger.
They dance for us, enchanting us with grace and danger.
What a wonder to capture and to tame the power, the beauty, the vulnerability of flames.