Sunday, August 23, 2009

Morning Unfolding

The sun has risen above Mt. Ben Lomond as seen from the valley, but here at Mountain Road Ranch all is still in the shadows of a clinging night.

There is a mist of early morning rain on the roses . . .



. . . and the early bees are "busy gathering like never before...yep! . . . it's going to be a long hard winter", . . . oh, but, that's another story.



And like families, there are some dragging out late and asking," Is it morning yet?"



Some blossoms are so determined, they seem to glow . . .




. . . without any direct sunlight.



But when the sun slips across the Pass, bathing the garden in a moment of slanted light . . .



contrasting lights and shadows bring new depths . . .



. . . and even an old Zinnia, pregnant with seed, promises one more day of color.




So too, the corn makes one more try to ensure every silken thread is pollinated . . .



. . . and it goes not unnoticed by the gathering bees.



When the sun moves behind Lewis Peak,
throughout the garden faint light still shows contrasts . . .



. . . of color and shape . . .



. . . and contour.



And still some glow . . .



. . . and seem to burn with an internal fire not yet from the sun.



Others, bowed patiently through the night, begin to open, lift and face the sun.
So may we all.



Of course there is a post script:
Can anyone identify this unique blossom?
Hint: it is in the garden.

2 comments:

Julie said...

What beautiful words and pictures. Thanks so much for sharing so much of yourself with the rest of us! Much love.

Sayyadina said...

that was beautiful Bob. thanks.