Even in the midst of drought, things grow. Our trip back home, heading south, was much more scenic! The details were sharp, as though someone had turned the focus lens on the camera and we could see everything shimmer. Family farms, industrial farms, small towns, groves of trees, rolling hills with shadows and pockets — all of it standing at attention for us to enjoy.
What a difference a day makes.
If you don’t like what you see around you, wait a while. Breathe. Look closer in when the distant view is bleary. See if you can smell anything pleasant, or touch something soft, or eat something delicious.
There is beauty to be found. Are we looking? Really looking?
Tell me what you saw today — or smelled/tasted/touched?
Beautiful! This scene reminds me of the East coast or the Midwest with mountains added. God has given California so many different kinds of scenery–like several states in one.
Exactly – we are blessed to live here, aren’t we?
Today, Charlie and I walked the trail along Lake Sammamish. I couldn’t stop looking at the variety of leaves that had fallen on the tarmac of the trail: plate size maple leaves, heart shaped leaves, filbert leaves, willow leaves, sycamore leaves….current, apple, elderberry and ornamental pear leaves…..
The beauty of the patterns of their falling, the last of the blackberries on prickly vines, and the smell of green.
The sky was blue and the clouds were moving in, but then, just then, creation was showing the rest of us, it is time for the long sleep of winter.