The Dogwood and a Single Pear
Crown of Light
The Last Rose of Summer
The Big Western Maple
The color palette continues to unfold. In my own back yard, out here JOTOLR! Our big western maple, with leaves 8 inches across, will be solid gold in a few days. The Burning Bush simply cannot get any brighter, but it does! The rose arbor over our east door has seven or eight yellow roses risking frost, basking in late summer. And the dogwood's fervor is stronger with morning light. What gifts all these are! Peaceful, right...? Well......
An F16 fighter jet just roared overhead at about 800 feet and scared the absolute daylights out of me and everyone/everything on this farm and surrounds.
The sound was deafening, frightening until I sorted out what it was. My heart took a dive!
You see, we live on VR1751 where low-flying fighter aircraft can virtually ignore all the height regulations and pummel us with their noise and size. The sound is deafening. For years, I waged a one-woman campaign against their ability to fly low here, scaring our livestock, ruining our ears. I wrote senators, congressmen, the White House...you name it. And for awhile, it worked. There weren't as many flyovers. But, apparently, all bets are off, now. We're "at war" (yeah, right)....so the pilots need the practice. (Yeah, right.)
Do you know how large the defense budget of this country is? I wonder how many people we could help with that money....