Perfectly Perched

Today I went to Mom and Dad's to catch up on the last couple of weeks. On my drive, my senses were especially heightened (maybe it's the "morning pages" I started today).

At any rate, I love the drive down Del Rio...so much beautiful farmland, sky, houses, fields. I noticed the wispy, cureque clouds dotting the foreground of the blue sky. I saw a bluebird flit right over my car...so dazzling.

There was that fresh hint of green peeking out from limbs, grasses, fields...so pretty and delicate...ready to burst forth in all its own glory.

As I traveled further down the road, I began to notice the construction and the changing landscape...Mack Hatcher is being extended right across this beautiful scenery; however, I looked at the dark, wet dirt and mud that was freshly dug in a trench along the road. My window wasn't open, but I could still smell the musty, damp, newly dug earth. It's a good smell. Grounding (in more ways than one).

Coming around the sharpest bend in the road is that barn I love so much. On my drive, I spy it first at the 4-way stop at Del Rio and Cotton Lane. I've taken many pictures of it through the years...an icon of the landscape...red, but faded, chipped, not too big, not too small...it fits so well against its backdrop of fields and trees and farmhouse.

On my way back, I noticed that the whimsical farm had a steeple in the backyard. Have I noticed this before? Hmmm. Maybe. Probably. It stood out today though as clever and thoughtful, uniquely placed...creative. That mini farm is a creative expression of the folks who live there. I like seeing it on my drive.

The Harpeth River was fairly high, but what I noted most about it were the fallen trees anchored, still, resting in the water...waiting to be carried away by the current. I wonder how long that will be? These were hefty, big trees...not limbs or branches...the whole tree.

When I drive, I'm especially cognizant of the speed limit. From home to the 4-way stop, it's 30-mph...from the 4-way stop to Blossom Park, it's 40-mph...except, because of construction, there's an immediate slow down to 30-mph. It seemed as though no one driving around me seemed to notice.

As I had slowed down to 30, I saw a construction worker beginning to cross the road with a log hoisted over his left shoulder...I thought, "He's lucky it's me headed toward him. Not only am I going under the speed limit; but, I am also paying attention.

Paying attention

Observing

{Soaking it in}

Remembering

Retelling

curlique clouds

bluebird

river

trees

red barn

freshly dug earth

construction worker

baby greens

Then there's that church steeple in the yard behind a home

No church for that steeple?

~Oh, there is definitely a church~

~an artistic expression of church?

Yes

~But also the purest depiction of "church" that I have ever seen~

That beautiful white spire is

perched and poised beautifully

~standing on holy ground

~welcoming all~