Down and Under!

Last night, when the duvet went to get its weekly wash, My little girl got all snuggled with the Down comforter - that really was her security blanket all these days:-) She swam in the sea of the over sized comforter, getting comfy and cozy and a wee bit coy for mamma's cam - a visual captured in the soft lights of the Tiffany lamp that stood with pride on the night stand.

Windmill of the Gods

Location - I 580 E towards Vasco N
Music - The wind cutting against the open, moving car-window
Mood - Awe


Some visuals summon to me the pieces of my past - thus the non original title borrowed from Sidney Sheldon. Actually, isn't it interesting to make windmills belong to the Gods? These magnificent structures spinning, cutting through the invisible wind and generating power? - Much like prayers that spin through invisible faith, generating the power of oneness with God?
Enough said!

This lone guy looks like a soldier too - ready to spin the sword and create magic. The sky, the clouds, and the land doused with dry grass all sing his praise and freeze in awe maybe?
Interestingly enough, a group of these looked like tombstones in a cemetery, but that is a different entry. LOL

Fruitful

Pit-pat,Well-a-day.

Little Robin,Flew away.

Where can little Robin be ?

Gone upto the cherry-tree.

Location - Lopez Cherry farms, Brentwood.

Mood - Gluttony

Music - Munch, munch on the juicy fruit.

It was a moderately sunny afternoon, sunny enough to tan us all amber and burn one of us beet red, but the visual treats dangling from the lush trees worked as an 'after- sun- rescue-balm.'

It is interesting how the fruit looked like tiny little lighted ornaments on an off beat Christmas tree and the late may afternoon looked like a Christmas in late spring with all the illuminated cherries heaving on the branches as the wind played with them. All hues of the fire were sported in the naturally sweetened fruit depending upon how and where the sun hit them - some were stark (off) white, some a true cherry red, and some a deep black red - but all equally beautiful - equally eye candy.

We came home with filled bags and a fulfilled, fruitful weekend - a weekend fulfilled with the taste of sweet cherries on our tongues, the treat of the vast farm lands and many windmills on our way to the middle of nowhere.

The leaves look like they are trying to act as an umbrella, guarding the fruit from the sun. The light seeps through the leaves neverthless, creating a halo like illumination on the perfect fruit. I spared these, didn't pick them - since my eyes and my cam already devoured the taste of their unmatched beauty.

If abundance exists anywhere - it does right there in Brentwood, CA.

God Bless the good Ol America!

P.S - please excuse the out of context nursery rhyme - it just had to be featured here since those were the lines I recollected way back form my kindergarten with just one look at those beauties!