When I was out working on fence the other day, I saw a couple of helicopters flying. It’s not totally unusual to see one, but I thought two was noteworthy. Since I had my camera in my hand, I snapped a couple of pictures.
To my surprise, one of the choppers suddenly banked to its right.
I was even more surprised at the path it was flying. I kept clicking my camera, and it kept coming straight towards me.
How often do you have a helicopter pilot notice the lone person standing along the edge of a cornfield with a camera and decide to fly directly overhead? Probably not an everyday occurrence. So far, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime happening for me.
It must have been my bright purple t-shirt. It’s kind of strange to see the blanket of clouds in the first pictures and bright blue directly over my head. Anyhow, it passed by and flew to meet back up with the helicopter in the lead.
I am too tired from working all day to write about working. Instead, I want to take a moment to remind everyone to stop and smell the roses. I guess, since the goats ate my rose bush, I’ll have to stop and smell the iris.
I could also just enjoy looking at the dramatic colors of the purple jack-in-the-pulpit.
Under the oaks tree’s shade, there are several types of plants along with the jack-in-the-pulpits. This columbine is such a pale blue it almost looks white.
I just love the Jacob’s Ladder. It is perfect in the shade, and it looks like the lady bug is happy with it also.