Sunday Sunset

 One of my favorites.

"They ran to the museums for paintings. I ran to the roof for sunsets."

Darnell Lamont Walker

Soft As Sorrow

 Today was a red alert weather day. Because the air is not healthy to breathe. The smoke from Canadian wildfires has drifted down into our valley. Here is what we saw.

If the air is so unhealthy for us, I cannot imagine toe poor people in Canada!

It is a dreamy mist, but the beauty is deceptive.

“A silver haze drifts through the trees, soft as sorrow, strange as magic.”

Goats

 We are still at the Pollinator Festival. They also have goats to feed. There were a lot of cute goats!

I especially liked the black & white spotted ones.

A few cows came over to see what was going on.

And this little calf.

They are in a very pretty area.

 

Bee-ing

So, what WAS that lady looking at in my last post? Well, since this was a pollinator festival...

It was a large bee display!!

The white clumps you see is the wax they make.

As we were the last people of the day, the bee lady said something that rather tickled me. She said her bees were starting to get fussy, and wanted to go home. Huh? Kind of like they were toddlers.

I have heard that if there were no more bees, humans would only exist four days. Turns out, AI said that is not true!

A bee is a tiny reminder that small things make the world bloom.

The Pace Of Petals

 A few weeks ago, we visited the Garden Center, as they were having a pollinator festival. We were greeted with this.

A Petunia tree!

Believe it or not, the next two are solar lights!

And what is this woman looking at so intently? This was my favorite part of the visit, and I will show you on my next post.

“Here, the world slows down to the pace of petals.”

“Where plants wait patiently for the right hands to take them home.”

Moon-White Bells

 The Yucca have been in bloom! In the draught we had, they are draught tolerant, as they don't need much water. The flowers are edible!

They are dependent on only one pollinator! The Yucca Moth! This is a photo of it I got from the web. It is the same white color as the flowers!

A quiet guardian with moon‑white bells and sun‑strong roots.

Sunday Sunset

 In order, as usual.

"Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful, but because they are fleeting."

Richard Paul Evans