336: The calm after the storm


As has become the pattern here recently, we had storms with heavy rain, lots of lightning and thunder, and gusty winds overnight and into the wee hours of the morning.  Shortly after sunrise the clouds began to break up, and all was calm.  The pond looked like glass.

Today's view of the pond

I went out early for my walk.  It was a summer wonderland out there, with all of the raindrops glistening in the morning sun.

It reminded me of those winter mornings when the sunlight hits the ice and snow so that it looks like someone took a huge handful of glitter and sprinkled it all around.

It’s very difficult to catch all those tiny spots of light in a photograph.  The grass pictured above was the best I could do.  Imagine the meadows lit up with tiny lights strung across all of the grasses and flowers.  That is what it looked like around the pond and meadows this morning.

Everywhere water is a thing of beauty, gleaming in the dewdrops; singing in the summer rain; shining in the ice-gems till the leaves all seem to turn to living jewels; spreading a golden veil over the setting sun; or a white gauze around the midnight moon.

~ John Ballantine Gough, A Glass of Water

The storms kept me awake for a good part of the night/early morning hours.  Oddly enough, I feel as though I got a great night’s sleep.  Perhaps the storms passed on some of their electricity to help energize me.

Some of the sunflowers looked a little droopy, but others were raising their faces up to the sun to dry their petals.

I spent a little time with this sunflower.  There was something about it that held my attention.

Each sunflower, it seems to me, has its own distinct personality.  This one looks as though it spent the night partying in the storm.  Not in a rough, frazzled, hungover sort of way.  But in a “wow!  That was a GREAT party!” way.  An afterglow of celebratory joy.

And getting a little sleepy now that morning is here and the sun is climbing upwards.

It’s probably a good thing our neighbors are not close enough to see me out there making up stories about sunflowers partying all night long.  I’m sure they already think I’m strange.  The weird lady who walks around every day with a camera around her neck, taking photos of who-knows-what.

Oak leaves with a morning glow

That’s about it from the Bogs for today.  Thank you for dropping by and joining me on my walk.  🙂

Golden stars in the maple tree

The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark.  The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

16 Comments on “336: The calm after the storm”

  1. Oh, Robin, the photos of the water drops are so lovely, as are the sunflower ones. The sunflower photos actually brought tears to my eyes, they were so beautiful. Thanks for sharing your morning walk with us!

  2. Those reflections in the pond are amazing!! And all the “glitter” everywhere… so pretty! Your sunflowers are as beautiful as ever

  3. Joceline says:

    one of these days you’re going to have to publish a book of your morning walks. Such beauty and lovely insights as well.

  4. Kel says:

    sunflowers shots are superb
    glad you survived the storm

  5. Kala says:

    Beautiful images of the sunflowers Robin!

  6. ladyfi says:

    Wow – what marvellous shots!

  7. So lovely…And I think you’re on to something about the after-effects of the storm. It’s innervating – the charged air makes one feel so alive. I wonder if everyone can feel it, or is it just those us who spend a great deal of time outside?

  8. Bo Mackison says:

    Oh, I love the droopy sunflower. It’s full of emotion and depth and has a story to tell. I love mornings after storm when all is quiet and calm, love the reflections.

  9. Pat Bean says:

    As always thanks for the lovely walk in your bog.

  10. penpusherpen says:

    Hi Robin, I just loved the way you thought up ideas on how the Sunflower had spent it’s time, It definitely looks full of character, almost wanting you to take note … hey look at me type of thing… A lovely and fully enjoyable walk, ending with the ‘starry Maple Trees’ sigh!!
    (Didn’t once mention colour… Doh!! 😉 )

  11. Marcie says:

    And – we are apparently in the calm before the storm. What gorgeous reflections!!!

  12. Kathy says:

    The calm after the storm–all storms, physical or emotional or mental–can be pure relief and beauty!

  13. ElizOF says:

    I must say that I love raindrops on foliage and flowers; gives everything a very special glow… You did it justice… Stunning! 🙂

  14. Robin says:

    Thank you so much everyone. 🙂

    (I’m running behind again. Life sometimes gets in the way of blogging. As it should. I’ll catch up or start from where I am soon.)

  15. carlaat says:

    Jewelweed, sunflowers, golden stars in the maple, drops of water everywhere – just gorgeous!

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