My oldest son fell in love with the art of blacksmithing at the tender age of 5. His school took a field trip to beautiful and historic Ft. Toulouse in Wetumpka, Alabama when he was in kindergarten, and the moment he stepped into the blacksmith's shop he was awestruck. This dark, cool, and shadowy place with the fiery forge billowing at its heart, captivated his young heart and mind with magic and mystery. He's now 14 years old, and his dream of working in this very blacksmith shop has come true. He is beaming, full of passion and enthusiasm, learning to love the satisfaction that comes with hard work, and becoming a fine young man. As a mother, this makes my heart smile from its deepest roots to the top of my head and up to the heavens. My boy.
After many days of wonderful, life-giving rains, the woods are bursting with mushrooms. I've taken so many pictures! Just had to share one of my favorites from this week. And the dahlias...... Oh my Lord. Just when I think I've seen the most beautiful and breathtaking flower God ever created (the poppies!!) along comes this impossible yellow dahlia. It's like looking into the face of the sun. I had to try to sketch it. Oh how I wish my fingers could render those petals like cool yellow flames! Mine is stiff and stodgy. The real thing is a goddess. Mine is Winston Churchill. (no offense, I love Winston Churchill - have you read any biographies about him? fascinating man) but I didn't want to sketch Churchill. I wanted Aphrodite in a flower. I'll get there one day.