end of the line

i over think a lot of things....the photo contests for gardening gone wild is no exception.
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i told myself i was not going to enter this month because i think about it too much.
but once i saw a few blogs with their entries....i couldn't stop thinking about it...

everything i saw had lines...end of lines...both metaphorically and literally.


so here in the beginning of my post is
my entry for "the end of the line" theme of the ggw photo contest.


this way you can proceed beyond this point duly warned of my over thinking...
this first photo is of an antique red apple orchard~picking ladder...we have used it for so many different venues.

right now it is in the driveway leaning against a tree with an old garden cart at the base filled to overflowing with pumpkins and gourds and mums.

when i see this ladder i think of all the apples that have been
picked and come to the end of the line.

most of my photos that i chose to show you are literal...these

zinnias all lined up reminds me of all my child~like drawings with the sun

in one corner....the grass at the bottom of the page with

flowers drawn in a row across the entire page. see what i mean?

with our first and recent hoar frost...i thought of all the things that would

be at the end of their season...end of their line after the frost.

my sunflowers clutching each other for their last hoo~rah...

or how on a recent visit my daughter saw these amazing vineyard rows...

~photo below taken by my daughter rachel~

or how normally my smallish loose leafed lettuces got very

linear when left past their season reaching high to the sky with long

slender spikes with tender little white flowers.

then there is the wonderful curvy lane i live on where all roads lead home.

long expanses of fence line are all pointing the way home.

this is the road less traveled which makes for a therapeutic drive.

colours of autumn just enhance the beauty.

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the harpeth river runs through it and beckons you to see what lies beyond what you can see.

as well as does this long windy drive.....intriguing isn't it?

picturesque hardly describes it.

i love the way all the trees have their own

special qualities and colours that make them unique.

have to have a closeup of the burnished leaves.
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our neighbours have these gorgeous red bushes that line their driveway.

trees seem to call you over to take a look up there wonderful

textural trunks...to get a better look at all those coloured leaves.

lines of branches pointing skyward.

as we arrive back home with our tidy

row of fence line...holding a special treasure,

our precious horse, renny.

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hope you are having a happy autumn.

rainshine

the sun is not glistening but the dewy wetness sure is.

as a river runs thru our property...

and the skies remain grey...

things are still blooming...

butterfly bush planted only a few weeks ago.
cosmos bending down with moisture.

morning glory has found it's way to grow around
birdseed blocks....hanging up in the air.
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not all is perfectly alright here at dash home farm...

someone(big all white feet might be a sign of guilt)

has decided to dig up all the beautiful new pansies that

were just planted a few weeks ago.....even though they

were planted in containers....oh bother.

as the rain continues to collect...

and collect....

leaves are slowly making there way to the ground or to the puddles.

falling irregularly...and intermittently

pretty much everything stays damp.

which does give it a different visual quality.

there are endless patches of water in reserve.

finding a higher spot to rest is a good idea.

the hills are still verdant....usually we have a bit more colour

at this time...i assume we are going to have a more spectacular

november.....

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renny is always on the watch when we take a walk...soggy or not.

he tries to act nonchalant...but he can't help himself....

curiosity gets the better of him.

and he heads over to where we are walking.

at this point abbey usually stops whatever she is doing...

to converse...it's a private thing...that is until i am standing there

photographing...

at least she gets tickled...

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renny on the other hand...

so i turn my attention to other interests and let them

have some alone time.

as of now i don't think we have a taker on the

kestrel house...but we keep checking.

i am for some reason fascinated with tendrils...

seed heads....

trees with knobs...

berries showing their brightly coloured hues...

white flowers blooming wild in the countryside...

grasses that grow horizontally...literally...

also one little girl who loves life with abandon...

leaves in mid change....

spent ironweed....

life is and can be a beautiful endeavour.

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as we continue our walk the dogs are getting covered with hitchhikers.

abbey doesn't mind...and neither do they.
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being surrounded with acres of land brings your eyes to

see new beauty...you may have never notice while living in

the city....we are in a place of natural beauty...where grasses

are able to grow to very tall lengths...i never saw there graceful

stalks as beautiful before being placed in their midst.


now i find myself drawn to them...they are just as pretty as

any ornamental i have ever seen...and vast.

i used to pass by fields and see a large area full of grass

and sure i enjoyed it but now i see a place where nature is

at it's best...a refuge for so many living things.

a place where natives are allow to flourish.

a place to investigate further.

somewhere to linger...walk...talk...

spend lazy days...taking time to relax.

somewhere to look closely and see all the life it has to offer.

a place we now call home.

bronte' jane loves it.

lylah loves it.

buster brown does too.

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we all have found a place to feel comfortable... so we call it home.