It is safe to say that I have missed blogging. I have missed you, dear reader. But it has been difficult to find opportunities to write to you. Between not feeling well, working on a few projects, having two very active and easily bored twin boys home for summer, and all that is going on with you-know-who, it has been a bit of a struggle to visit with you.
These images were taken on a muggy night on the short trip home from the boys’ soccer game. The clouds above the soccer field looked pregnant with rain. Since it had not rained for some time, it was a welcome sight as I thought about my parched garden.
But as we drove home and the minutes passed, the clouds thinned to reveal the gray whisps and fluffy tufts of a sky on the brink of nightfall.
There was no rain that night. No relief for my languishing flowers.
But the beauty of this moment was not lost on me. As I took these photos with a home along the way as a backdrop, I was amazed when I realized how often I must fail to look up in the evening, because these clouds must be present often enough — I just haven’t noticed them.
The third photo, of the last of the sun’s rays streaming through the clouds, is an extra that I couldn’t help but include. It was a reminder to me that even when times are difficult, there is beauty all around us.
Thank you for visiting and for serving as another reminder of the beauty in my life…