Backyard Details

I lay in the grass in our backyard today.  It is blisteringly hot.  The air is heavy, lightly humming.  Lying down, on the grass, it is several degrees cooler and there is a definite sense of recharging, from being there only a few minutes.  It's amazing how much I can refill my reservoir simply by taking a brief moment to be present, to observe, to be still.  
I loved the new perspective I had on the ground.  I thought about Sam and how he views the world, everything new and exciting.  I couldn't help but dash back inside for camera, then settle back onto my blanket and peer around at the yard from bug's(or baby's)-eye vantage point to see what I would discover. 


All within arms reach were dozens of delights in texture, color and pattern; Rockefeller's speckled, soft feather, the weightless dandelion seeds, ready to take flight, and the darling purple phlox blossoms.  I adore phlox.  When I was young my dad and I would canoe down the river by our house.  The steep banks would be covered in sweet smelling phlox and forget-me-nots.  The perky pink, purple and white flowers always remind me of those canoe rides.  So happy to have them growing in our backyard.