July 2, 2008

Gazing at my waterlily as though it were a newborn child.

Went hiking this morning along the Hard Times Trail. It is high summer and everything is voluptuous, fully realized, a little competitive-- even the plants with their subtle elbows and unseen blocks. The massive green of the woods and the pale blue of the sky were accented elegantly by small stands of pale magenta phlox, and the white-edged-in-pink rhododendrons still blooming on the cool high slopes. My toe was sore. It was not too hot. Maybe because of the dryness there were few bugs. I was happy. I don’t think I thought more than a few random thoughts.