And so a retreat of sorts, remembering what is important to me.
Nowhere near the shape of summer I had hoped for, a lesson in expectations.
I suppose that’s the downside of being able to envision, something so beautiful it’s hard not to hope.
But I will hope.
Still do.
And finally I was reminded
that there is beauty
long after the sun has set.
Slowly I became aware of the sky.
Stepping away for a moment, I turned and saw this.
Last night’s sky reminded me of another picture, taken a lifetime ago. For various reasons this is what I call a farmer’s sky.
And so we’re into one of the warmest springs in memory.
Red sky at night…
Heading into a few warm days, only a couple of weeks ago this was early spring along the river.
Pulled some of the leaves away and these were underneath. At the moment you couldn’t tell they’re daffodils. But it sure looks like spring to me.
Okay, it’s not exactly all hands on deck yet, but the first of the fuschias is reporting in, that’s a good sign.
And so a retreat of sorts, remembering what is important to me.
