There are some things I try never to miss.
Like the sun coming over the mountain in the morning, outlining every leaf with white gold.
Or the sun beginning to set in the afternoon.
Washing everything in fairy tale glow.
It's the light that shape shifts the land.
Everything looking different.
Perfect time for gathering.
Who knows what magic the sunbeams will hold...
As they illuminate the shady afternoon flower garden.
Showers of dusty sun.
Most perfect ingredient for dreaming up dreams.
What do we see?
I gather in my skirt, bits and bobs of nature.
Hydrangea, spent rose, pyracantha berries, pecan, basil flower, morning glory...
The lingering summer meets up with a mere taste of autumn.
And I love it.
My body has decided to accept the warmth over the last few years.
I no longer long for cold.
I embrace what I am given.
Sunshine warm, most of the days.
Dusty high desert sun.
Eating early oranges, standing in an afternoon sun beam.
Citrus oil dripping down my wrist.
Chasing the last light of the afternoon.
Casting bursts of gold upon everything.
Bee bodies glow.
Collecting cosmos in the vegetable garden.
Then watching the sun dance through cosmos in the flower garden.
And so many scents.
Squeezing basil flowers and breathing in gulps of scented air.
Filling my lungs full, exhaling slowly, but with the wonderful strength of air wanting to escape.
Feels so good.
Spent grape leaves, crinkled and golden in that afternoon sun.
And then, that last moment.
Where the sun washes everything out.
We have our collected cosmos, as night turns up.
Glowing too, in their whiteness of petals.
Moments of morning, afternoon and night.
Always a gift.
For you and me.
If you'd like to take it.
It waits for you all day.
Isn't it grand?