More pictures from an afternoon along the creek. Birch trees and water flowers. A bright blue sky and deep green leaves. July in the valley.
Frame of Mind — If you could paint your current mood onto a canvas, what would that painting look like? What would it depict?
Despite the horrible condition of the garden as winter ended … and despite my not having done anything at all to improve the situation, nature appears to have triumphed. The garden is back.
Maybe it’s the amazingly good weather we’ve had all through June. Almost no rain, but the sun has shone every day while the heat and humidity have been minimal. In other words, perfect summer weather.
It’s been downright Caribbean around here … except for the lack of rain. I noticed today that the dam on the Mumford has also been closed and just a trickle of water is being allowed through.
If we aren’t yet having a drought, someone in the water and drought commission is worried and saving up water in the bigger lakes and ponds. Meanwhile, the flowers are blooming like mad.
It’s always interesting shooting in tandem. You’ve got the same stuff to look at and some of your pictures are likely to be very similar. But the eyes are different.
The cameras have different lenses and no two photographers ever shoot the scene exactly the same way.
This is Garry’s look at Manchaug.
Groundhog Week – If you could relive the past week, would you? Would you change anything?
It has been a simply gorgeous week. The weather has been perfect and nothing memorable has gone wrong.
We haven’t needed either heat or air conditioning. None of our dinners burned and the new convection oven we bought works like a charm.
I wouldn’t change a thing. As I look out my window, it’s another perfect summer’s day, the kind of day about which Shakespeare wrote sonnets.
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
And again today, the sky is bright blue. The air is warm with a zephyr breeze ruffling the leaves while a yellow sun lights the world. I’d have to be mad to meddle with this!
Set for Solstice – Today’s Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year (in the Northern Hemisphere). How are you taking advantage of the extra hours of light this time of year? Do you like it, or do you already miss earlier sunsets?
I finally crawled out of bed this morning … an hour ago? Yeah, that’s about it. I noticed it was bright (not before coffee!) and cool (thank you!). After I scrubbed my teeth and limped to the kitchen, greeting each dog as I made my way past the big biscuit canister to the coffee machine to press “start” lest I not have coffee. Without coffee, I don’t care if this is the final day before Armageddon, I’m not ready!
Summer Solstice. What do you know? Time just crept up from behind and whacked me on the head. Last I knew, it was the Vernal Equinox and I was on a gurney rolling into the operating room where they were sharpening their scalpels for me.
And look! The world moved a quarter way around Old Sol and it’s summer. Already. I should rip my clothing off and go dance under the moon tonight to honor Mother. I’d probably get munched on by millions of flying jaws who want my blood. Maybe that’s their own tiny way of honoring Herself.
Anyway, a naked me in any light might scare the wild creatures so much they’d move to another part of the forest. It might even scare me half to death. It’s not pretty. Mother Gaea wouldn’t mind, though. She’s entirely open-minded. Just mark me “crone” and move on.
It is a beautiful day. Couldn’t ask for a nicer one. This kind of perfection is rare in these latitudes. When the still sleeping husband arises from his dreams, maybe we can talk about an itty bitty excursion to one of the many waterways. With photographic intent. Perhaps fit in a little dinner afterwards at a favorite Asian eatery. I like that plan.
Of course, it’s just my plan and I’m half a pair of oldies. It wouldn’t be fun without the other half. Strange how closely connected we are. Much closer than when we were when younger and working separate jobs, going separate ways.
I guess that’s what happens in retirement. You get very close or pull apart. I know a lot of old couples who discover on retirement they can’t stand each other. A bit late to make that discovery, I should think. Not like you’re going to rebuild your world at this late date. And who would want to? Of course, we don’t always have a choice in the matter but I refuse to think about that.
My getting old is barely acceptable, but Garry is forever young to me. The world is always young too. Bright green leaves, flowers, waterways — they all constantly renew their youth. That’s amazing, isn’t it? If only we earth-bound creatures could do the same.
I’ll ask The Mother if she might make an exception while I do that naked dance under the moon.