just as the sun lifts over the tree line and begins to cast its magic
No, I’m not blessed with a photographic memory in the most well-known sense. But, the term can be aptly applied in another sense…….
On mornings such as this, I sit and wait. There is nothing like that very moment when the sun just lifts its way over the tree tops and begins to shed light over the landscape. There is about an hour in the early mornings, albeit a bit later already, when the light and shadow cast upon the vista across our yard and the flowers closer in are just amazing. This is my favorite time of the day. The sun begins to evaporate the early damp from the air and my skin feels a comforting warm. I enjoy the sparkling images I can tease out of the scene. Each and every week the “pictures” are different. Each and every one becomes etched in my photographic memory.
Every year I look forward to the time when Hal Scaff comes to mow the hay. He mowed on Friday and raked and bailed yesterday. He left me with the ultimate gift – the beauty of the field, freshly shorn and the bales randomly placed in the early light:
Having this beauty is one of the very best gifts of living here.
Also today:
limelights are gorgeous this year
white phlox:
continuing with my obsession with the crinoline skirt inspiration from nature:
miscellaneous – it’s a beautiful fresh morning for August 2:
now, I’m off to work on my next article for Intermezzo Magazine!