We have been blessed these past few days here in the Pacific Northwest with some truly gorgeous sunny days.., inspiring us to get out and shake of the winter doldrums, the blahs or whatever you prefer to call it... In our neighborhood it seemed like everyone had decided they had to garden, including myself..., I LOVE it when the sky is clear blue, with a bit of a nip in the air, I don my old scruffy pants and sweatshirt and get stuck in to whacking back all of the dead wood, branches, leaves,,, anything that looks remotely brown, is not safe from my loppers when weather like this rolls around.
I like to think that the plants are relieved when I cut back all that dead stuff, and allow the new growth emerging from the chocolate cake colored earth to breath and take in the warm sunlight.
I looked through my stock of photos taken over the last couple of years, funnily enough, I don't have many that pertain to "sunshine." But I did find this one taken on a very sunny day...
It was taken a year and a half ago, in my most favorite of states, where sunshine is never in shortage.., New Mexico.. here I sit by the Rio Grande, like a lizard, soaking up the heat from the sun, loving every moment of being there.
I wanted to find a poem about the sun, and found this one by the incredible poet Mary Oliver.
I hope you enjoy:)
The Sun
Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful
than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon
and into the clouds or the hills
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again
out of the blackness
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower
streaming upward on its heavenly oils
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure
that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--
or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?
