But then I come home in the evening, and there is Bruce waiting for me with the dogs (and a cat or two) eager for a walk. We set off, silent and lost in our own thoughts for some of the time and then suddenly launching into tirades about this and that for the other part. This evening was such a night. Lots of unsettling stuff zinging around for both of us -- it felt good to talk and get it out. Just as the sun sank below Gopher Ridge, we reached the dam where the bush lupines glowed in high bloom. Their sheer, humming purpleness quieted us right down.
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Against the darkening sky, sometimes they looked more purple, and sometimes more blue. Whatever their color, they were wonderful.
And, at least for a little while, the woes of the world (and the weeds) could wait.
A walk and a talk does wonders,we often do this when things get too hectic to cope with at home and we walk back hand in hand with smiles on our faces,even after 47 years with each other.
ReplyDeleteI guess those Lupins are wild ?,they remind me of my mothers garden,she always grew them,in every color she could get her hands on and the garden was full of them.
Have a good weekend
Carolyn.
Carolyn, yes these are wild lupines. They're the bush form and the oldest is almost 5 feet tall. I picked up a few seed pods from the highway about 12 years ago and scattered them on the dam. They're particularly beautiful in the morning when the sun first hits them.
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Bruce