I'm feeling a bit guilty.
Is it right to make my carrots entertain me before I crush the life out them in my juicer?
I kind of feel like a murderer. After all, carrots are people, too. ---> Or maybe not.
Last night's sunset was a dilly! When the winds came in, the cloud formations starting getting interesting; then the color came. We were driving, so all the color shots were from a moving car. I was stopped briefly on the highway at a red light in front of the Shell station for that one. Now if I had been driving . . .
Here's how it started:
This is how it developed--riotous gold, maroon, orange, etc. to the west and pinks and powder blues to the east and southeast. The north was ablaze with swaths of deep rose, as well, but since my hubby was driving, it was hard to shoot across him (or in his face) to get a shot. Though I tried! :-)
There is something in the sparseness--
the sparse stretching to the sky,
the intertwining, community of bare bones,
waiting for green buds and fancy dresses.
Spare looks like loss,
but faith sees the bloom and fruit of what will be
Hope dresses bones in breezy longing.