I chose that title because those were the most prevalent wildflowers here when we arrived. Now the dandelions have mostly gone to seed and the larkspurs are fading. Just another reminder that our days at the cabin are going by quickly.
In their place come the paintbrush, of which we have three different varities, well actually four if you count the rarer white ones which have not bloomed yet,
the pink plumes,
the salsify just this morning,
We got a rare treat on Saturday—we had a thunderstorm roll through and it really poured for a good half hour.
There is certain smell here in the high country when it rains. It’s a damp woodsy smell that is a mixture of the soil and the wet bark on the trees.
It cooled it off an good 20 degrees so I started a fire in the wood range just to take the chill off.
After the rain Rick went fishing down by Sand Creek. He didn’t catch anything.
Alex went along as official fishing dog.
There are lots of wild iris here. So pretty.
End of day as seen from our window on the world.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad at the cabin 8,650 feet above sea level
Posted by Lynne on 06/05/2012 at 10:33 AM
Filed under:
My thoughts