Day 226

August 14, 2021

Make your own postcard in the common day

This is why I love my town.  I love these events that bring people out together on a summer's day to share in their harvest or their art or their passions.  Today's Farmers Market was no different.

At the Lava Center tent we made postcards.  A few adults participated: many more children and one or two young adults.  It's fascinating to watch how different people respond to a task. I wish I had videoed the table.  

By the time I got to the rookery today it was almost 6 and it was 82.  It was clear and sunny and I realized I had not written in my journal in three days because the heat was so oppressive.  It did reach 88 earlier and I got very over heated, but by 6 I could sit for a bit and write.

The heron in the pasture was gone, there were no horses out.  The cows looked happier, but still this mother looked as though she were weeping.  I sat and talked to her a little.  Her calf responded to me, but she did not.  She's sad.

All that texture, all that color, all that emotion all in one day.