Ruby-throated hummingbirds around the feeders at the Tennessee National Wildlife Refuge Visitor Center – Big Sandy.
Occasionally, you would also see them resting on small branches overlooking the Tennessee River.
“It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.” ~Tolkien
Around the first week of May, many gardens in Tennessee come alive with showy flowers having a variety of colors and intricate details. The greatly anticipated iris season only lasts a few weeks. Though the life of the blooms are short-lived, the beauty and smell of the flowers linger in the mind until the next iris season rolls around.
On the first weekend in May, a town near us hosts an Iris Festival flower show. This year, as always, we saw a number of beautiful varieties.
“There’s a picture there that lives in memory when it’s Iris time in Tennessee” ~Willa Waid Newman
My favorite time to walk on our country road is shortly before the sun goes down. Each sunset has its own color and design as the light of day fades away.
“God is always seeking you. Every sunset. Every clear blue sky. Each ocean wave. The starry hosts of night. He blankets each new day with the invitation, ‘I am here.’” ~Louie Giglio
We enjoyed seeing several great egrets out hunting on flooded land that lies near the Mississippi levee. Their snowy white feathers really stood out against the bright yellow butterweed growing in the fields.
“It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.” ~Charles H. Spurgeon
Flying among the tall grass along the levee were the red-winged blackbirds. Stopping to perch atop tall stems, the male, with his bright shoulder patches, would occasionally puff up his wings and belt out a loud song.
The female, the less showy of the two with her streaked brown feathers, was quieter and more likely to be overlooked.
“Blackbirds are the cellos of the deep farms.” ~Anne Stevenson
The landscape along the Mississippi levee was ablaze with the beautiful, vibrant colors of a variety of wildflowers this past weekend. No matter which direction you looked, the scenery was breathtaking.
“Spring is a whimsical wanderer, blooming beauty along her path”. ~Angie Weiland-Crosby