When I saw the firey glow of the sun shining through the woods behind our house, I knew I would have to hurry to make it to the pond before sunset. The temperature was still above one hundred degrees, even at this hour, so it was a hot, uphill climb. Nell was with me but didn't seem to mind the heat, for a late evening walk is her greatest delight.
This path through the woods is one I often walk, my favorite one, but I have chosen an easier one as of late because of the heat.
Water...what a blessing! I love this view of the pond, just a glimpse through the woods.
I am amazed that the water appears so blue, the color of pure water, during this time of drought. It is at this time of day, on warm evenings, that Dan and I sometimes float out upon the pond, he at one end of the boat, and I at the other, with our fishing poles. Only at this time of day is it so quiet and the warm breeze so gentle, a time when not many words pass between us, a time when we each have our own thoughts and let worries and cares drift away.
"That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest." Henry David Thoreau