'In the wee small hours of the morning . . .'
|All quiet on the western front (of Lake Harriet in Minneapolis, 6 blocks from house)|
I'm dressed to work out. I quietly close the door behind me so as not to wake anyone else up and walk to my car. It's light outside and I happen to look up. A delicious glow from the east is warming up the edges of the oak trees' leaves.
And I think to myself, Oh my, the light is perfect for a visit to the lake.
Exercising will have to wait. Beauty is in the forecast for the next hour.
Here's what I found . . .
|A cluster of brushy softness|
|Nature's version of fireworks|
|What my hair must look like right now|
|What could almost be called jewelry|
|The color my mother loved most in roses|
|So much like cotton candy, I almost wanted to eat it!|
|"Good morning, dear"|
|Rise and shine!|
|Ready to open|
|A wabi sabi rose|
|The color of my best friend's room, when I was in first grade|
|A blaze of summer|
|Sweet, freckled beauty|
May delicious beauty be in your forecast this week!