When I look out my back window, what I see is green. It has been a hot summer so far here in North Carolina, with most days reaching the nineties, but we have also had a good amount of rain, courtesy of some large and noisy evening thunderstorms. On July first, we went to see the Rolling Stones in an outdoor stadium, and, thankfully, it was the only night that week we didn’t have an evening shower.
In addition to green, it is the golden hour as I write this, and the sun is bathing the bushes and trees with a golden glow. I love this time of day in the summer. The slanting rays of sun add a Midas touch to the world outside my window. The light is gentler, less intense than at noon, and softer, lacking the clarity of morning light. It heralds the end of a busy day, a relaxing time to sit and sip lemonade, listen to the sounds of evening, the song of insects, the sounds of the chickadees as they flit about ready to settle down for evening’s rest.
Here is my backyard: