Our visitors left today and the world slowly settled back into its usual quiet, a little dusty, a little faded, but peaceful.
We’re working on freeing up another section of vines, white grapes this time, from the hedge of bramble, dogwood, blackthorn and plum that has swallowed them up.
Sky would be bright
but muddled with undecided clouds
the wind troubles the sunlight.
The light is pure and pale silver-green, the golden heat in abeyance for a few days. Raindrops fall in scatters, not showers, not even cloudbursts, moistening the earth, and every stalk, leaf, budding berry fruit bears a crystal drop.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
That’s a magical sky. (K)
My second daughter took the photo. I like the colours.
Yes, wonderfully intense.
They capture the change in the temperature.
Beautiful wide open space. Nice!
Pat
The first pretty season is over. The orchids are finishing and the long grass will soon be too tall for me to see over. Then, when it’s mown, different flowers will come back for the end of the summer.
Those clouds look like someone just puffed and blew them into the sky. It sounds like yesterday was a lovely day.
They do look more like visible wind than clouds, don’t they? It was a good day 🙂
That’s wonderful.