Yesterday evening, the light was quite stunning so I pulled out my camera after mowing the lawn. Aside: why does lawn mowing give me such satisfaction? I am almost ashamed of much I love it because I know lawns are Evil and should be replaced by productive gardens and believe me when I tell you that I am doing my best to make that happen. Yet, every time I finish mowing, I feel some deep pride that must go back to when the first humans hacked the first small plot out of the jungle. So there you go.
Anyhoo - the light, the camera, the freshly trimmed grass. I though of Carol, who lives in Santa Fe, where it is spectacularly beautiful in its own way but not this way. Carol misses damp, grey weather and I must say that I can't blame her. So, for you, Carol, a small selection of what it was looking like last night.