Footlights faces West.
In the summer I’ll see an orangecrush-float sky foaming over the barn and the back fairway first thing in the morning,
and a blushing pink candy floss sunset in the front forty fifteen hours later.
I’ve been trying to get the perfect pictures, just two of them, to be painted and hung over the two french windows that face East and West, and it has proven to be rather an elusive exercise.
Each shot over the years has its own quality and it is difficult to choose the best, I am beginning to reconcile myself to the fact that there is no best.
Every visible sunrise and sunset is a miracle unto itself, a tribute to the Creator of this great universe,
as this view, captured just last evening, attests.
Looking eastward across the back fairway
the sun is setting on the other side of the house and casting its final rays on the trunks of some of the trees
causing them to glow at the close of day…
all but the two standing front and centre…
A golden pathway is cast deeply into the already dark woods.
Dusk, dawdling in the east like a child reluctant for bed,
bidding Footlights a fond farewell until dawn.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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