Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Writing~Art~Life


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Return to Sycamore Springs

Hadn’t been back to Sycamore Springs for 3 years so Eric and I decided to take a little trip and hike around the park.

Spiral Stairs to Bridge

Trail-From Bridge

Bridge Across Gorge

Me-Bridge Across Gorge

Eric and Buddy on Bridge

Trail at Top of Hill

Buddy on a Trail

Cute Tunnel

Eric in Tunnel

Selfie in Tunnel

Orange Jewelweed and Boulder

Meadow

Village

Village 2

Village Town Hall

Flowers

Curved Bridge

Me-Enjoying the Day

Eric on Curved Bridge

Lily Pads in Pond

Cute Play House

Another Bridge

Little Wooden Rocking Horse

Little Donkey and Goats


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A visit from Mr. Peepers

My little friend, Mr. Peepers…. He and his little friends come around every day. His buddies run off when I’m around but Mr. Peepers and I have a bond and he has no fear of me. 🙂


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Autumn Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Autumn at Patoka Lake

Autumn

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow – 1807-1882

With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers
Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy
Life’s newness, and earth’s garniture spread out;
And when the silver habit of the clouds
Comes down upon the autumn sun, and with
A sober gladness the old year takes up
His bright inheritance of golden fruits,
A pomp and pageant fill the splendid scene.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now
Its mellow richness on the clustered trees,
And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,
Pouring new glory on the autumn woods,
And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds.
Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird,
Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer,
Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life
Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned,
And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved,
Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down
By the wayside a-weary. Through the trees
The golden robin moves; the purple finch,
That on wild cherry and red cedar feeds,
A winter bird, comes with its plaintive whistle,
And pecks by the witch-hazel, whilst aloud
From cottage roofs the warbling blue-bird sings;
And merrily, with oft-repeated stroke,
Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail.

O what a glory doth this world put on
For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth
Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks
On duties well performed, and days well spent!
For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves
Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings.
He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death
Has lifted up for all, that he shall go
To his long resting-place without a tear.


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Polyphemus Moth and Others

The Polyphemus moth is a very large and beautiful silk moth-named after Polyphemus, the giant cyclops in Greek mythology. Snapped this picture at work on Friday. It’s the second one I’ve seen this month at work.

The Beautiful Imperial Moth

And my favorite, The Lovely Luna Moth


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Bee on a Sunflower

This little bee wasn’t interest in me. He was too busy getting the nectar from this beauty at the sunflower field–Patoka Lake.