The array of colors in Spring and Fall are beautiful, but there’s also a lot to be said about fields of green trees or all-white snow-capped mountains.
Once saw a 3-acre field of dandelions in full bloom. Then a week later, I got to watch as the white seedlings became a grand stream in the wind. My take away was ‘since when did a flat, green, over-cultivated lawn become superior to that?’ But, I regret to say, when we moved into civilization’s restrictive covenants, we, too, joined the ‘neat’ club, with its requirement that we support local seed/fertilizer retailers. But not fully. After 2 decades, my yard is still the one others point as an example of don’t do that. It’s green and that covers it.
There’s really no saying which is better, a sunrise or a sunset. I just think it’s a brilliant bit of design that they each happen once a day. Myself, I tend to see a lot more sunrises. It’s not because I’m a morning person, at least not the way some people think. I’m up way before the sun all year long, and I’m still up when it sets most of the year. But in the evenings, I tend to be home, where there are too many buildings between me and the horizon. But I train in the morning. Sometimes in the pool, where whatever the sun is doing is irrelevant. But much of the summer, I’m out in a lake, where I just love swimming through sunrise; It’s dark, dark, dark, and then boom! as if someone flipped a switch. I’m fascinated how the lights can come on so swiftly thanks to a sun that then plants itself directly behind my homebound target for some seriously bright and slow-moving glare.
I don’t mind. It’s like a poorly trained puppy: In your face, to be sure, but there’s no better “hello.”
RAGs over 4 years ago
There is beauty almost everywhere, if you know how to look for it.
Bilan over 4 years ago
The array of colors in Spring and Fall are beautiful, but there’s also a lot to be said about fields of green trees or all-white snow-capped mountains.
sandpiper over 4 years ago
Once saw a 3-acre field of dandelions in full bloom. Then a week later, I got to watch as the white seedlings became a grand stream in the wind. My take away was ‘since when did a flat, green, over-cultivated lawn become superior to that?’ But, I regret to say, when we moved into civilization’s restrictive covenants, we, too, joined the ‘neat’ club, with its requirement that we support local seed/fertilizer retailers. But not fully. After 2 decades, my yard is still the one others point as an example of don’t do that. It’s green and that covers it.
Concretionist over 4 years ago
I’m with her: Odd is often quite gorgeous and both ends of things are often beautiful as well.
asrialfeeple over 4 years ago
The leaves go out with a bang.
lagoulou over 4 years ago
I have very little grass…just a small patch….the rest is all garden…less grass to mow and lots of colour!
mgillgannon Premium Member over 4 years ago
More kids being philosophical. Damn you Peanuts for starting it all!
Ron Bauerle over 4 years ago
Would she rather have all the nice stuff at the beginning and it’s all downhill from there? That’s basically life after (insert age here).
Dgwphotos over 4 years ago
Where I live, if we didn’t go out in the rain, we would never go out at all.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 4 years ago
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There’s really no saying which is better, a sunrise or a sunset. I just think it’s a brilliant bit of design that they each happen once a day. Myself, I tend to see a lot more sunrises. It’s not because I’m a morning person, at least not the way some people think. I’m up way before the sun all year long, and I’m still up when it sets most of the year. But in the evenings, I tend to be home, where there are too many buildings between me and the horizon. But I train in the morning. Sometimes in the pool, where whatever the sun is doing is irrelevant. But much of the summer, I’m out in a lake, where I just love swimming through sunrise; It’s dark, dark, dark, and then boom! as if someone flipped a switch. I’m fascinated how the lights can come on so swiftly thanks to a sun that then plants itself directly behind my homebound target for some seriously bright and slow-moving glare.
I don’t mind. It’s like a poorly trained puppy: In your face, to be sure, but there’s no better “hello.”