These pansies and others just like them were covered a few days ago by a three foot deep pile of snow, shoveled off the driveway after a nine inch snow last week. I’m amazed just how hearty these flowers are. They flourish in winter and early spring but not so much in mid summer.
One great aspect of living where we do in Henry County and Martinsville, Virginia is the tremendous outdoor recreational activities available. The Smith River lies at the center of that. Trout fishing, canoeing, kayaking and trail hiking along its banks are very popular with visitors and residents alike. I decided the other day to take a look at a river access point near our home, and found some nice colors awaiting. I was especially happy to see the yellow colors in the river itself, as a result of seasonal changing river vegetation I’d not seen before. So, I wandered about the bank looking for possible photo compositions.
Later, I spotted some flowers still in bloom, given the unseasonably warm weather we’ve been having. And on one flower sat this lone Bumblebee, most likely feeding one last time before going to places unknown to me, perhaps Bee heaven. It made for a great photo.
It’s that time of year here in Southwest Virginia. A local church brings in truck loads of pumpkins to sell, and when they do I go visit with my camera. Great cause for the church, and I thanked the very nice ladies running it that day with a donation. Another reason why I like living in Martinsville, VA. Here’s more.
While temperatures have been hot this summer here in SW Virginia, frequent rain has helped balance that out, and as a result the flowers and other greenery are really popping out.
For me, Sunday morning is a highlight of the week just ended, and the week about to start. As I step outside (often with my camera in hand) to express my thanks for what I’ve been given, I look around and see just how beautiful the world is. It’s all how we look at it. Sometimes it’s hard to do this, given all the hardship, anger and bad news that too often bombards our senses. No matter, I choose to remain positive that there is far more “good” out there than “bad.” Like with this Butterfly.