TOUCHED BY A SUN SPLASH

About as gray and gloomy as our morning looked upon awakening I felt about the same and it wasn't until I was touched by a mid morning Sun splash that I began climbing out of my blue mood.   Pheebs and I were plodding along a gravely road southeast of Bayfield mulling things over when our ominous cloud cover parted just enough to let a few rays of sunshine beam down to light up not only Pheebs and I but the surrounding countryside as well.  I was touched by that Sun splash and feeling it's healing power I felt a shift in my thinking.  Energy began flowing again.  Seeing nature's beauty surrounding me I dusted off my camera, cleared my mind and enjoyed the rest of our morning Jeep ride.

CLOUDY MORNING AT BAYFIELD'S BEACH

TREES ARE BEGINNING TO SHOW MORE COLOR

It was well after 10 a.m. when Pheebs and I returned home and I let that sun splash energy lead me around the yard pointing out things needing done.  It's that time of year now when in a few weeks overnight temperatures may dip below the freezing mark.  Time to start winding things down outside.  Disconnected one outside garden hose, gathered up some lawn ornaments, trimmed back a few long stemmed plants in preparation for moving them and brought in the lawnmower and whipper snipper batteries.  Got half a dozen other little things done as well and ended the day feeling at least I had accomplished something.  That sitting around stuff doing nothing is for the birds!!

YELLOWING BEAN FIELDS

AGAINST DARK SKIES SUNSHINE LIGHTS UP AN OLD BARN

SO NICE TO SEE A FEW BRIEF PATCHES OF BLUE SKY THIS MORNING

Our day never did totally clear up and we remained again under a cover of clouds.  But no matter, the good deed although brief had been done this morning and I was able to remain on top of things for the remainder of the day.  With clearing skies late this afternoon it looks like we could be in for a sunny Saturday morning Jeep ride:))

AUTUMN CROCUS FLOWERS

WILD APPLE TREES GROW ALONGSIDE THE ROAD

The latest issue of Desert USA had another article regarding Marshall South's Ghost Mountain and of course anything about California's Marshall South story and Ghost Mountain always perks my interest.  In Google I typed Bayfield Bunch Ghost Mountain this afternoon and enjoyed stepping back in time re-reading my posts over the years when I hiked up to the Marshall South homestead.  Those were always very special times for me.  There is just something about the place that I can't quite explain.

CLIMBING GHOST MOUNTAIN TO THE MARSHALL SOUTH HOMESTEAD JANUARY 4TH 2008....BEHIND ME IS BLAIR VALLEY

OUR COUNTRYSIDE IS STILL PLENTY GREEN

 SUMAC TREES BEGINNING TO TURN A FIERY RED

HURON COUNTIES  BEAN HARVEST IS IN FULL SWING

THIS PHOTO LOOKING NORTHWEST WAS TAKEN BY THE GRAND BEND YACHT CLUB LIVE CAM AT 6:20 TONIGHT

Of course reading about Blair Valleys Ghost Mountain and it's close proximity to Borrego Springs California always tugs at my traveling heart strings and carries me off to the Great American Southwest where we have traveled for various periods of time these past 13 winters.  Of course the Southwest beckons again this year, but...……………...

CLEARING SKIES LEFT US WITH EVENING SHAFTS OF SUNLIGHT OUTSIDE OUR SUNROOM 

GROANER'S CORNER:(( Long ago, when sailing ships ruled the sea, a captain and his crew were in danger of being boarded by a pirate ship. As the crew became frantic, the captain bellowed to his First Mate, "Bring me my red shirt!"  The First Mate quickly retrieved the captain's red shirt, the captain put it on and led the crew to battle the pirate ship. Although some casualties occurred among the crew, the pirates were repelled.  Later that day, the lookout screamed that there were two pirate vessels about to attack. The crew cowered in fear, but the captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my red shirt!" And once again the battle was on.  This time, the Captain and his crew repelled both pirate ships, although this time more casualties occurred. Weary from the battles, the men sat around on deck that night recounting the day's occurrences when an ensign looked to the Captain and asked, "Sir, why did you call for your red shirt before the battles?"  The Captain, giving the ensign a look that only a captain can give, exhorted, "If I am wounded in battle, the red shirt does not show the wound, and thus, you men will continue to fight unafraid."  The men sat in silence marveling at the courage of such a man. As dawn came the next morning, the lookout screamed more pirate ships were approaching, 10 of them, all ready to attack. The men became silent and looked to the Captain, their leader, for his usual command. The Captain, calm as ever, bellowed, "Bring me my brown pants!"
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