Walking on clouds

A pessimist sees only the dark side of the clouds, and mopes; a philosopher sees both sides, and shrugs; an optimist doesn’t see the clouds at all — he’s walking on them.

~ Leonard Louis Levinson

We had a lovely variety of clouds yesterday afternoon, and I was fortunate enough to be able to sit on the patio and watch as they drifted by.  I can’t think of a better way to spend part a summer day.

I went swimming, took several walks, and we spent the evening out on the water, watching the play of light and shadow as the sun set.  Bats flew overhead, and the Great Horned Owl who lives in the woods made his presence known with his whoo-whoo-whoooo.

M and I camped out on the porch last night, falling asleep to the night noises.  It was blissful.  Probably the best sleep I’ve had in ages.

Today has been the almost perfect summer day.  Warm, but not overly so, with a nice breeze, and none of the humidity typical of this time of year.  There seem to be dragonflies and damselflies everywhere.  Around the pond, in the meadows, and back in the woods.  I think they have been enjoying this day as much as I have.

We’ve had a good deal of rain over the past few days, and that’s perked up everything.  It looks like a jungle of green in the woods.

I reckon that’s it from the Bogs for today.  Thanks for stopping by.  I’m headed outside to pedal around the pond.  You’re welcome to join me.  The rowboat is available, too, in case you’d rather row.

May you have a joyous day, a wonder-filled evening, and a peaceful night.

Look at your feet.  You are standing in the sky.  When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth.

~ Diane Ackerman

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