Oh My God!

Recovering from a horse kick has been more difficult then anticipated and acutely painful beyond reason. To entertain me during my convalescence, Mother has been sending me unbelievably mouth dropping, “Oh my God!” Moments. Oh, and when I did find a yellow jacket nest (not wasp!) where I got stung, again my mouth hung open in absolute disbelief for before my eyes was the biggest nest I have ever seen [think melon or basket ball]. My hands were just inches from this nest when I was pruning the bush it is in, unknowingly of course of what I came so near to.

Friends, after reading about these yellow jackets I am lucky I am alive for they normally, if believing their nest is in danger of attack, will send out an army of yellow jackets to swarm and sting, injecting venom into their victim. I only got stung by two yellow jackets. Two. Think about it. Mother’s Protection is so strong that She would not allow “normal” behavior to ensue.

Humbled, in awe, and sooooooo grateful, this is how I’ve been feeling of late. With my long lens and from a safe distance away, I got a shot of this huge nest. Not only that, the Lavender that is growing in front of the bush where this nest is, actually is leaning away from it so that the honey bees who come to my Lavender every year, are not harmed by the yellow jackets. Just how intelligent is Mother Nature? I’ve been asking questions! Pictures say a thousand words.

One day clouds were spectacular as they reflected the sunset with fire in the sky. The paintings that I saw in our skies courtesy of Mother had me in ecstasy. And that is no lie. Judge for yourself.

Another day a huge storm front came in and when I was surrounded by only three directions of clouds, I became the storm chaser on my front lawn. What a thrill!! But when I saw the clouds broiling towards me from all four directions and with what looked to be a funnel, I scurried inside my home just in time, for the sky literally opened up and poured accompanied with howling winds.

Then there was a day that the sky was so blue with clouds that looked like puffy cotton.

Another day, towards evening, as I looked outside my window while eating dinner I noticed my sugar feeder swinging wildly but I only saw wings flapping desperately. I thought, huh, another species of bird must be trying to drink out of the feeder other then my Orioles. That got me thinking further and so I asked Mother, “Where do the baby Orioles go? I’ve never seen one in all these years Orioles have made my backyard theirs.” The very next day to my wonderment I saw Mama Oriole instructing a baby how to drink. He didn’t quite have the knack yet and yes I got a picture. His sibling on the other hand, was a lot more agile and showed off for me how she was able to perch to drink perfectly. Yes I got that too for you to see. What I had thought to be another bird species was in actuality baby Orioles learning how to perch on my feeders. I did not know they had to be taught. What an honor that the Orioles trust me so much they allowed me this year to watch as their babies learned how to perch on the sugar feeders.

Another evening when I was eating dinner, very dark clouds came from out of nowhere and it began to rain. Moments later the sun came out and I just knew there was a rainbow. Despite being in my pj’s I ran outside with my camera and sure enough there it was, this one a double rainbow. However, the far right portion of this rainbow, the brightest and most dramatic of the entire rainbow, I could not see on my LCD screen nor would it show in the pictures I took. I was stunned. Never has this happened. I was on the shoulder of our road attempting to get a shot from a different angle when a pickup truck stopped and young woman comes flying out with her I-phone in hand. We waved and she told me she too was having trouble photographing this rainbow that we could see with our eyes, yet disappearing on our cameras. Yep. I have proof of both the rainbow and the young woman.

I just could not resist one more group of pictures to wrap this “Oh my God!” post up with. My flowers, or some of them at least, do well for themselves to put the exclamation point on the “Oh my God!”. And there you have it!

Photography/ “Oh My God!”/ July 2021©AmyRose
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