328: Drifting

It’s another blue-sky day here in the Bogs.  Simply, wonderfully, beautiful.

I didn’t really walk today.  I drifted, going wherever the breeze took me.  Down the sledding hill, with a stop to say hello to the sunflowers.  Over to the rowboat where I sat for a while watching the clouds as they drifted.  As I watched, a visitor drifted over to the swim platform, not quite ready to go for a swim.

It was the Great Blue Heron’s call that caught my attention and caused me to look over.

He (or she) let me take a few photos before gracefully lifting into the air and flying over to the far side of the pond to wade and fish.

I watched the heron from the boat for a while, and then I left the boat and drifted by foot to the opposite side of the pond so as not to scare him (or her) off.

I watched the dragonflies for a little while, and the bulrushes swaying in the wind.

Then I went back to watching the heron, who was slowly making his (or her) way towards the rear of the pond.

Today was a good day to play hooky from chores, work, and other responsibilities.  It was a reminder that summer won’t last forever, and that I should enjoy it while it’s here.

Thank you, summer.  We’ve had some hot and humid days but all in all, it’s been a beautiful season here in the Bogs.

Eventually I drifted back up the sledding hill and into the house.  I did take care of a few chores and responsibilities, things that really can’t be put off.

And now I’m going to drift back outside to enjoy what’s left of this summer day.  I hope you found a little time to enjoy this day too, whatever the season wherever you happen to be.

(Did you see the fish jump?)

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