June 24, 2015
When I was a teenager Grandma used to tell me, “Don’t worry about what other people think because other people are busy thinking about themselves.”
Now that I am an adult, I confess, sometimes I do worry about what other people think.
Knowing my faults and limitations,
the rare honeybee on a rare milkweed
my mind weaves a web of misconstrued judgment.
Great Blue Heron smelling something fishy.
When I eventually learn the truth of what others think,
more often than not,
killdeer
I learn they think me beautiful.
check out this Great Spangled Fritillary’s proboscis (tongue)
Peace has left my vegetable garden behind the barn.
I risked my life to show you why. . .
baby barn swallows
Aren’t they adorable?
We are kindred spirits, for I, too, love old barns. There is but one problem.
Their dive-bombing parents seem intent on scalping me and do not recognize my kindredness.
They mistake my intentions for harm,
yet I only think them beautiful.
Here is more beautiful. . .
Look
what
Chester
did!
Thanks for visiting
Peacock Prairie.
Peacock Prairie 
Oh, what a gorgeous post ❤ I love it 🙂 The photos and the words. Lovely ❤ 🙂
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Thanks Trini. Oh, how I love blogging. Fun, fun, fun!
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me too 🙂 ❤
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Can’t decide if your words or pictures are more beautiful. Thank you…..
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That means a lot to me coming from someone as beautiful as you.
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Fantastic, Julie! 🙂
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Thanks Fabio. I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again– I love your name. Thanks for visiting.
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Thanks so much, Julie! Take care! 🙂
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What I think is that you consistently take beautiful photos
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And what I think is that you consistently leave beautiful comments.
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🙂
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Beautiful hollyhocks and Fritillary butterfly.
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Thanks I am glad you enjoyed them. It’s so much fun to hang out in beautiful flowers with butterflies flitting about and take pictures to share with the world.
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I agree! Just went for a quick walk around the old cemetery in West London and found so many beautiful wildflowers. Summer is good!
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Oh what a beautiful post. Thank you for your lovely thoughts and gorgeous pictures.
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Thank you Jane for your lovely thoughts. Blessings to you
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Purple martins built a nest in the eaves of our carport, which functions as our outdoor covered porch. They are such agile flyers, so fascinating to watch, and tormented the cats by dive bombing them.
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Yes, I too love watching the purple martins soar and sweep. I have yet to get a good picture of them flying– they are too fast. But I am determined to do so. Blessings to you, Aggie
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And blessings to you, Julie.
The end of the story includes last laugh on the cat. She finally got one.
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Beautiful post and photos!
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Hello there, Thanks for your nice compliment. I love the thrilly happy feeling I get when I take the time to stop and discover the beauty that fills this place I call home. Thanks for visiting.
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What a wonderful way to start the day! Thanks Julie!
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Since I know you are crazy busy with your life right now, I am grateful you take the time to read. Love you
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What a great way to start my day, thank you for all this beauty!
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Life is full of beauty isn’t it? If we just stop and take the time to look. I know you see it. It is evident in your lovely drawings.
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Love your beautiful photos and words!
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Thanks Lynne. I’m glad you enjoyed. Have a lovely day.
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Beautiful photos and story. Happy I started my day here…this post leaves me with such a nice feeling
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Hi Cynthia, Funny you should say that since that is how I think of your blog. Yours is lovely and kind spirit. Blessings, Julie
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I was thinking of your blog this morning, as I walked the garden. You and I are kindred spirits. Your photos show a slow and steady walk, a quiet way, a thoughtful sense and an eye for beauty. As I was sitting thinking about my new life as a blogger, a bald eagle flew over. She was too high to photograph, but I needed to see her majesty. I returned to my house carrying cucumbers in one hand and a camera in the other. My next blog will be “My Daddy’s Garden.” I think you will like it. Follow the Flower.
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I’m positive I will like your next post. Yours is a lovely blog. Oooh, how I’d love to see a bald eagle. I actually drove my camera and I to an eagle spot this past spring, but alas they were not there. Spotting an eagle has become a personal challenge for me. That’s the thing about blogging. I’ve learned those hoped for photographs do materialize if one spends time in nature observing. Great talking to you Follow the Flower.
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You are sharing peace and beauty. I am so thankful I stumbled upon that peafowl icon. I play “Name that Bird” and “Name that Flower” on my Nook when I can’t sleep. It seems we are connected by flowers and birds. Follow the Flower!
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I did not know there was such a thing. I can’t wait to try your games. Thanks for sharing.
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Wonderful post. Love the pictures and thoughts that seem to meander down a garden path.
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Thanks I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s fun to put it together.
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These photos are fantastic. Great blog!
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Thank you Shona. Yours is lovely as well.
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