336: The calm after the storm

Mirrored

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

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