No more embarrassment and no more apologies for becoming completely satisfied and content when I get certain things. The other day I experienced a strange kind of chiaroscuro, of violently contrasting bright blue sky and lush, liquid green. Eastern Oregon was being good at what it does. If you live in a part of the world that has real trees and grass and soil, you just can't appreciate this:
Yes, I can still remember mowing green grass when I was young. It was wet and smelly sometimes. I am so fortunate to be able to flutter my eyelashes over trees that actually have leaves. This is a pin oak, perhaps?:
As if these things are not miraculous enough, the city park also had a spirited river running through it:
I laughed when I saw these thistles:
There was a time in life when these would have seemed fierce to me. Nowadays, I could chop 'em up, put 'em in a salad, and throw on a little salad dressing. These softies in the Northwest don't know what a real sticker or thorn is!
Summer weather has finally arrived. But we are camping at much higher altitude and under deep shade. This morning my little cutie got to enjoy one of her favorite drinking fountains in the forest:
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