I wish I could have written Wordsworth’s famous line ” I wandered lonely as a cloud”. What to do, there was hardly any clouds to be seen on the azure sky. No daffodils, but flowers aplenty. It was a beautiful morning, perfect for hiking. Bright, sunny morning with a cool breeze. A morning when you don’t feel the necessity of sunscreen to keep the sun away from your face, but rather want the golden rays to kiss your face to warm you up. Neither I was lonely, rather enjoying the company of my better half and our lovely, four legged companion, Skooby. Three’s Company, indeed.
Skooby was straining at the leash, begging me with his doleful eyes to let him be relieved of the undue constraint. But trail rules are strict, dog on leash at all time. So, rather reluctantly, I had to restrain Skooby from his enthusiastic endeavour of running after the butterflies and bumblebees.
Ah! the butterflies and bumblebees. The hills were ablaze with wildflowers. A good rainy season after five long years of drought and mother nature resplendent on her most regal beauties. Alas, this bonanza is not going to be long lasting. As spring will slowly make its way to summer and the landscape will start to become golden brown, lovely wildflowers will give way to dried grass. Better to enjoy when I can.
Try as I might, I could not take a photo of any butterflies. They were so lovely, with the luminescent, fluttering wings catching the sun rays. I think they also must have realized how short lived nature’s bounty is going to be. I tried to emulate their example and enjoy nature as much as I can. But from time to time, I could not restrain myself from trying to capture the abundance all around me in the confines of my digital camera. What a waste of time and futile attempt to confine the panoramic canvas in a few megapixels of digital memory. Try as I may, I could not do justice to what my eyes had seen in my photographs. I will never be Wordsworth and I realized that I am a lousy photographer of nature.
Hiking in Almaden QuickSilver County Parks
It’s been only four days that I have not posted a blog but it felt much longer than that. Suddenly the workload has increased a lot and with summer heat a sense of tiredness and lethargy is slowly settling in. After coming back from work, the urge to sit down and write is no longer there. The bed is definitely becoming more inviting than the desk and chair. I scroll through the posts in my reader but hardly have any strength left to read, comprehend and comment. Clicking the like button without reading feels like cheating to me, so I have refrained from doing so. Today is Wednesday and for the next thirty one weeks I will have to keep my commitment to write something for Write Anything Wednesday. So here I am, tired, hour and half away from the end of Wednesday and trying to write something, Anything. I just hope I don’t fall asleep and my words start drifting towards some unknown land like a traveller without a fixed destination.
Talking about travel, in a week and half it is the long weekend of Independance Day. With schools being out for summer vacation, this weekend is a busy weekend for travel. Many of my colleagues have taken the whole week off to go to some exotic places. Summer is the time when wanderlust is in full bloom. Everyone tries to take a break from work and travel. Of course for the super rich, every season can be travel season. But for ordinary folks, their wanderlust is curbed by affordability. Though this is a good time for us to plan a travel to some place far as both my kids have finished their schools and getting ready to go to college in fall, our work schedule curbed our travel plan. We have to be satisfied with a short trip up north.
I am feeling good that my fingers are travelling smoothly on the keyboard once I sat down to write. What I am writing, though not a masterpiece, is a reassurance to myself that I have not turned into a vegetable yet. So before my body refuses to cooperate and shuts down for the night, I am taking leave of you, my dear readers, to go and write a poem starting with the letter “W” for week twenty one of my journey with the letter “W”. With travel in mind, only word that comes to my mind is “Wanderlust”.
This post is in response to Write Anything Wednesday-June-22-2016 sponsored by Writerish Ramblings
Spring is in the air
Last week I had share with you some photos from our neighborhood basking in spring. Today I persuaded a few of my friends, who are my weekend hiking buddies, to accompany me for a hike at Uvas Canyon County Park. The park is few miles south of my home. Swanson Creek that runs through the park swells up with winter rain and many small water falls can be seen during the hike. Best time to visit the park is just after some sustained rain. The creek nearly runs dry during the summer months. During the summer, morning is the best time to hike but during winter and early spring, from sunrise to sunset, it is a very pleasant hike. The park is very peaceful, not very crowded and today being Easter Sunday, we had the trails nearly to ourselves. Sharing some photos from the hike today. Flower on the right lower corner is periwinkle that has started blooming. Color is normally blue or purple. My cell phone photo did not do justice to the photo.
Orange trees on my backyard has started blooming with the advent of spring. The sweet
smell of orange blossoms is mesmerizing. For the last few years, it has been a spring ritual for us to see our dog, Skooby, being busy hunting bees and bumble bees that are attracted by the blooming flowers. Not sure how successful he is in hunting but it is a treat to see his focus and concentration trying to catch a bee. Of course I had to pay dearly to treat him for bee sting couple of times. Nothing in life comes free.
All photographs are taken by author.