Life unfolding like the datura, spinning through time. One day a blossum, the next wilt. The light inside and the light outside calling the shots.
It has been a pretty amazing time: Leo gathering and lovely birthday women, city council general plan hours on hours, Prop 23 sandwich boarding and voter registering, Move On demo at Herger's office without much punch but again, GREAT WOMEN. Still the light illuminates and we enjoy the summer... below a brilliant bird house gourd flower.
And what would Riparia be without her sunflower volunteers...? We have consensus to Save the Greenline and will do it. This beautiful farm land, beaming with productivity and fertility. Do you see the bee at the top of the shot?
A lot of flowers are at the end of their blooms, like the hollyhock glowing from the top of her stalk. I replanted all the empty spots in the garden, pushing for one more round of flowers and vegetables before winter. I will wait to put in winter crops... optimist and fool that I would to be. No work yet. Just the light, passing through the days of blue skies and our time here.