This photo was taken in late August 2015 inside the living quarters at the Great Hope Plantation located in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. The period of time in history was around the late 1700’s.
I heard that Great Hope Plantation will no longer have interpreters but will be a self guided tour with signage only.
A family stroll through Duke of Gloucester Street in Williamsburg, VA.
In the early Colonial America, the early women colonists and settlers were expected to help the men in a variety of hard labor tasks in order to survive. As shown in the blacksmith shop, this young lady is a journeyman working as a trades person.. This photo was taken in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
Clop, clop, clop is the slow rhythmic sound of horses’ hooves heard on the street of Duke of Gloucester. Horse-drawn carriage rides are a way to enjoy the 18th century history here in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia.
These are photos I took in Colonial Williamsburg, Virginia. They seem to say to me. From the past, present and future a woman’s work is never done.
After a scorching summer, today is a blessing. The heavy over-cast clouded sky sprayed a light mist throughout the day. I stepped outside, and a chill hit me like you’d feel when you first jump in the water. As I walked to the river, I became more aware of my surroundings.
Squirrels noisily scampered over the fallen leaves to search out the fallen acorns. A crisp autumn day displayed its colors like an artist’s palette of reds, yellows oranges, and browns. Leaves of oak, maple, and elm laid among the musty rich soil of last year’s decaying leaves. The once vibrant green leaves still cling to the limbs, are now withered and spotted with age.
I inhaled deeply and smelled the smoke of burning cedar from the chimney of a nearby house. A fishy scent permeated the air as I came closer to the water. Like steam from a boiling teapot, cloudy vapors hovered on the waters’ surface. Drops of rain pelted the water like bait fish jumping in and out of the water.
In the distance, I heard fog horns bellow out their low blaring signal. Out from the waters cloudy vapor I could see the silhouette of a crab boat. As it got closer, crab baskets stacked 4 high seem to overflow the boat’s tiny deck. The boat cut a deep wake making its way to the pier to off load its daily catch of the day.
In these days of technology and fast paced time, we no longer take in the beauty of nature and hear the sounds of joy. Although the day was dismal and dreary, I found happiness and pleasure in capturing the various senses of my surroundings.
Her hands grip the handle bars with force
as she pedals through the invisible source.
Steering through the barrier of air, Breathe in! Breathe out!
That is what living is all about.
A summer Poem
Children blow on my puff ball crown
and watch my feathery seed
float gently to the ground.
Proudly I wear my yellow hat
for all to see
as I mingle amongst a field of green.
and curse my domain
as I sit amidst a lawn so trained.
I am an herb, a plant , a weed,
I am the trinity
that will flourish for infinity.
By Richard Smith
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Criticism is welcomed
During my seven decades plus, I had to see two of my pets pass on. I said “I can’t do this again”. But I lied to myself. At my elderly age I still wanted a dog. A dog that would out live me. I figured out my average life span and looked for a dog whose dog life would be a little longer than mine. I took in all factors other than accidental death. Thirteen years ago I got a toy poodle pup. I was still frisky and active, as was he. We have grown old together. I relate to his aching muscles, sore joints and frequent naps. We no longer take those youthful long playful walks. Our stride is short and somewhat staggering. Now we slowly creep through life. I lost a few teeth as he also, I have sagging skin, his no longer has that youthful tone. My hair is grey as his once jet black is now a dull grey. Each day he weakens. I feel I may see my friend and companion go before me. If so, its been an elderly pleasure to age together.
Since I am in the elderly age of life, I began to exercise between 20 to 30 minutes a day. So early afternoon I start my power exercise plan for better muscle growth, boost memory and cognitive skills. I set the alarm on my smart phone to signal me when my 30 minutes are up.
In my room I lay on a flat surface, turn on some music and start my super power nap. I heard young people use an incline machine for a power work out; some days I use a recliner for a semi power nap. I believe it is good to switch back and forth. It helps blood circulation.
After 30 minutes I felt I had a good workout. When I go into an upright position, my muscles are stiff, and with each step I feel some soreness in my joints. In my younger days after I’d jog, bike and work out, I felt the aches and pains but it was temporary. The only difference now are my muscles and joints ache all the time. My memory boost and cognitive skills are better as long I keep the same routine, take notes and place things in the same location each time. After a power exercise nap, I am ready to relax in a nice soft chair with a good book.
How does your exercise plan benefit you?