Saturday, June 30, 2012
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Sunday Evening
Across a field of blue sky, a ethereal cloud dances, is its partner the breeze or the limestone mountain cliff above my home? The canyon floor is in shadow, the day cooling. The canyon breeze teases my hair, then stills. I am reminded of the afternoon heat. Its taste and scent evident in the still.
Mollie and I walk the dry, dirt road to the cement bridge over the river. The river rushes under us, an increase of water has been released from the dam to assist the farmers in irrigating their crops.
Flashes of color capture our attention. Scarlet tanagers fly from willow to cottonwood trees. A lovely yellow tiger-stripe swallow tail butterfly feeds on the pink star flowers of milkweeds. Then a surprise, an orange and black butterfly - a monarch or viceroy. Just a fleeting glimpse. I recall seeing them in my childhood, but they have been rare in recent years.
The hard dirt road has lead us back home to mom's color filled garden and cool green grass. Mollie ends her walk with a good, back scratching roll in the grass.
A lovely Sunday evening, and wishes for the same for you!
Mollie and I walk the dry, dirt road to the cement bridge over the river. The river rushes under us, an increase of water has been released from the dam to assist the farmers in irrigating their crops.
Flashes of color capture our attention. Scarlet tanagers fly from willow to cottonwood trees. A lovely yellow tiger-stripe swallow tail butterfly feeds on the pink star flowers of milkweeds. Then a surprise, an orange and black butterfly - a monarch or viceroy. Just a fleeting glimpse. I recall seeing them in my childhood, but they have been rare in recent years.
The hard dirt road has lead us back home to mom's color filled garden and cool green grass. Mollie ends her walk with a good, back scratching roll in the grass.
A lovely Sunday evening, and wishes for the same for you!
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Bits and Pieces; Notes and Observations
I have bits and pieces with notes and observations written on them spread around. I thought I share a few with you.
Last Week:
Over the mountains
Cumulonimbus clouds puff
Like heated popcorn.
Friday Night before the cold front moved in:
A muggy warm night
The tempting spray of sprinklers
A quick cooling run....
Friday Night:
A jar of seashells
Collected along the shore
Ocean memories.
Today, around 7:30 p.m. while leaving Layton:
Between sun and mountains a line of clouds fill the sky creating stripes of light and shadow on the mountainside.
Last Week:
Over the mountains
Cumulonimbus clouds puff
Like heated popcorn.
Friday Night before the cold front moved in:
A muggy warm night
The tempting spray of sprinklers
A quick cooling run....
Friday Night:
A jar of seashells
Collected along the shore
Ocean memories.
Today, around 7:30 p.m. while leaving Layton:
Between sun and mountains a line of clouds fill the sky creating stripes of light and shadow on the mountainside.
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