Posts Tagged ‘Friday flowers’

If we’d been at the cabin a week earlier, there might have been no riding and not much outdoor activity, as it was rainy with low-hanging fog. Fortunately, the week our older daughter, her fiancé, and his parents were there, the weather was excellent.  The next week when I was at the “phone booth” (a high ridge where I can get phone reception), I took this photo of some of the many wildflowers flourishing in the wet spring.

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Here’s another rose from Los Gaviotas, Baja California. Can’t you just feel the softness? May your Friday be this beautiful.

Over the Memorial Day weekend, I spent some time in Baja California with our daughters and our older daughter’s fiancé. The wedding will take place in Mexico, so we were there seeing the location, having our hair done (found our styles), choosing food for the wedding as well as eating delicious food, tasting wine, and just relaxing. Our beach community provided plenty shots of the ocean, flowers, and (of course) doors. But it’s Friday, so that means flowers are the feature. I couldn’t choose just one, so I chose three shots.

Not only am I back home, I’m back at work today through Sunday. And welcome to June!

Just over a week ago, I headed to the park hunting wildflowers.  The flowers of just a few days earlier were gone, probably not helped by all the rain.  Pale was no longer in vogue.  Now it was time for deeper, richer colors, although it seems impossible to take photos that show the sweep of the wildflowers.  They tend to be shy, hiding amongst the green, and often in the shade.  But I did my best.

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Although there are a lot of little beauties here, there are literally tens of thousands more, of this or other kinds, waiting to bloom. I’m going to be checking back every few days so I don’t miss anything!! And oh, the lovely light of a spring morning!

A Prayer in Spring by Robert Frost
(first verse)

Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers today;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year
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