While riding home after a visit with our daughter last August, I was moved by the sights we passed on the highway, and was inspired to write a little poem.
The asphalt ribbon lies ahead,
Mile upon country mile.
Field and sky melt together,
On the distant prairie horizon.
Pumpjacks bow toward the earth,
Urging the ground to surrender its treasure.
Crops of canola, sunflowers, and grain,
Lift their golden heads toward the sun.
Rail cars await the prairie bounty,
To share with neighbours far and wide.
Weathered barns sag, abandoned,
Left to rot in the sun, wind, and rain.
We pass these familiar scenes,
As we make our way home.
Our prairie home.
Trees are often shaped by the wind and weather. Some of the resulting forms range from soft curves to gnarly tangles, but are always interesting to observe.
A beautiful time for walking is when the sun is low and the waters are calm. The day is nearing its end, and for a little while, all seems right with the world.
One of my favourite things about summer is the floral bounty found everywhere. Here are some samples for you to enjoy.
The city plants pots and beds overflowing with colour and scent.
Of course many homeowners make their neighbourhoods more beautiful with their plantings.
Even some plants, considered weeds, can be quite pretty.
Too soon, the flowers will disappear and be replaced by the beauty of autumn.