Hello, Sunshine! Welcome back beautiful blue sky! I knew you were there all the time but I really missed seeing you.
We had days of fog that hid the sunrise and allowed a peak at blue sky for a short period of time in the afternoon before rolling back in for the sunset. Then we had a couple of very windy days which brought brown dust from the Sahara Desert. Yup…all the way from the Sahara. We couldn’t see it in the air but cars and outdoor furniture were covered with fine brown dust. With the weather pattern that seemed to cause every day to be grey/gray, overcast, hazy…you get the idea. Now, I will say that this dust was nothing like the haboobs that we had when we lived in Arizona. Click here to see what those are like. I actually drove like a madwoman in front of one of those trying to get home from work one day. Not fun and that is a whole lot of dust that gets everywhere!
Oh, and then to add to that the vineyards in the area are in the process of burning old vines at this time of year…more smoke, grey/gray haze.
Now, I’m not saying we didn’t have sun but it was hazy and oh that blue sky was not to be found.
Anyway, I am a sunshiny sort of person. I am a very happy, joyful soul. But…man that weather was getting to me. I took to staring at my sun hanging next to my desk to pretend it was sunny.
Monday, it rained and we hoped that it would be enough to clear the air.
Yesterday I went out for my morning walk and WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS!
Even my shadow came out to enjoy the sunshine!
Bob and I went for a walk in the late afternoon light. Watching the sheep graze and picking wild asparagus. Sun, blue sky, and fresh air. Perfect.
Morning golden hour is the warm glow of the day’s potential
Evening golden hour is nature’s afterglow to a day well spent.
~Terri Guillemets
This morning…SUN! Not a cloud in the sky! I swear I was skipping down the dirt road, I was so happy.
Sun, blue sky, and fresh air. Like I said, perfect!
…This morning shone as bright as if it meant to make up for all the dismalness of the past days.
~Nathaniel Hawthorne, journal, 1841 October 7th
The Winery Woman 