At Twilight

A monsoon and the mowing season have decided to coincide. I managed to get half a mile of paths mowed in the ridge top garden next door before the first summer thunderstorm of the season came in as a gully washer. The culverts flowed. The Lush is growing fast.

The Kousa Dogwood is loaded and turning from lime green to white.

I keep checking. A lone Phacelia purshii remains purple.

At twilight, the rain stopped in a wet garden. The gully wash was absorbed.

I wander. I edit. I look at the ugly frozen dead of fresh spring leaves. Early signs of a second flush of spring growth have begun to appear. The spell of ugly leaves may be over soon.

At a monsoon twilight.