more light and dark

This past weekend was more digging, weeding and planting. And a lot of dandelion plucking. It's easier to find them when those bright yellow flowers pop up. Only days later, they turn into seed puffs. So relentless, I aerate the soil by popping them out with the spading fork.

The weather has stayed mostly cool, but the outside light has been constantly changing from cloudiness to sunshine. I enjoy the reflective light of morning or evening, where light bounces off the edges of buildings, or the upper limbs and branches of trees. If I could be a painter, I would paint that intersection between sky and earth and light.

I realized this when I lived in DC and I often never saw the sunset, being surrounded by such tall trees amid big hills, a city skyline that only breaks with odd angled streets and squares. There is a Disciples of Christ parish at Thomas Circle on 14th Street, M Street and Mass Avenue that is built in Wren like fashion with a large cupola. Many an evening I walked past that structure on M Street looking back to see the western sun light the architectural features of the upper edges of the building, in contrast to a deep blue sky. It was my only visible connection to the sun.

But this past week, with numerous changes in the sky, rolling gray and white clouds, blueness, gray, and a mixture in-between, I think I would look a little higher for my muse. The interplay of light in the sky has been remarkable the last few days, with distinctive gray clouds hanging and rolling in dramatic fashion above the emerald green grass.