In the evening as the sun is beginning to set it is a relaxing time to move about outdoors. The cool breeze against my skin is welcome after having finished being in the kitchen. With camera in hand, I walk carefully through the grasses and weeds and watch out for gopher holes that might cause a sudden downfall of my body. Wildflowers and native plants in bloom wait for me to take their pictures.
|White Shasta daises blossoms with their orange centers|
|White Ocean spray blossoms|
|White Himalayan blackberry blossoms|
The sound of a chain saw can be heard in the distance. I decide to walk down the road a little ways. A neighbor is sawing around the fence and the tree where there was an accident that took the life of a young man when his vehicle hit a cherry tree earlier this week. As I walk further up the road somehow the sounds of birds chirping relax my mind and calm my heart somewhat as I ponder the mourning of the deceased's family and friends. I hope the sounds of nature do that for them too as they consider the words of consolation and prayers offered by others.
The snow-capped mountain peak off in the distance isn't as visible as I was hoping this evening, due to the haze. I'll try to get a photo another day.
As I enter the house once again, I feel warm from the exertion, but glad that I chose to take an evening walk.