We've had some days of lower temps and humidity here and I have enjoyed getting outside. Mostly it's walking but after our mornIng walk today I got my bike out and set out for a long ride.
So often there are clouds building like this, morning and evening.
The view from the other side of the road is a pre-Civil War rice field, now filled in with cat tails and marsh grasses.
In the foreground you can see the old dike built to hold in the water to flood the rice field.
An anhinga dries his wings in the morning sun over Margaret's Island.
I will leave you with this summer Sunday thought:
In spite of all the farmer’s work and worry, he can’t reach down to where the seed
is slowly transmuted into summer.
The earth bestows.
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Sonnets to Orpheus