The old Homestead

GREATER LIFE

Dad's birthday present to himself

My Dad planted sunflowers in his prairie this year.  

They cover the whole field behind the house.

It was very hard to capture this beauty.

First Flight

I was a little disappointed for our "science project" of the butterflies that I did not capture them coming out of the cocoon.  While I was at my parents, walking through their prairie, I was blessed to find this!  He had just came out and was still all curled up.  We watched him dry off and fly away.

Mushrooms

      

I went for a little walk today and found

 all of these mushrooms in a 1/2 acre plot.

            

I never knew there were so many different 

kinds of them in our area.

I wish I knew more about mushrooms to really appreciate them... and try to eat some!

  

Fathers hands

My fathers hands are rough and well used.  He has worked his whole life to make his hands look like this.  Built houses, dug ditches, fed animals, plowed fields.  I look at this picture and I love my fathers hands.  When I was young I would pick all the slivers out of his fingers at the end of the day.  To me these hands are beautiful.




When I look at my hands and my dads hands, they are the exact same.  Only mine are a little more feminine!  Especially on this day when you see my hands at their very best.  Maybe one day I can look back at my hands and see the many stories that they tell... just like my dads.

It's a beautiful Day.....