Do you ever have one of those days that your best laid plans keep going astray?
On Friday I wanted to take Arthur for a walk at the VOA after he got a heartworm prevention injection at the vets . He’s been a little neglected of late as we were preparing for, enjoying, and then recovering from a family reunion here at our home with our children and their significant others.
I wasn’t paying attention as I was driving along and missed my turn so I had to go the long way around to get there. Three cars were stopped in a line outside the entrance that was blocked with orange cones, and a young man was directing traffic to a far off soccer field. Bicyclists were pouring out of the park. Unbeknownst to me the VOA was being used for a triathlon practice.
I had already told Arthur we were going on a walk, so there was no going home without one now.
I winded back to the soccer fields, decided the VOA wasn’t going to work that day, turned around, exited and drove on to Sharon Woods Park. I had probably invested about 45 minutes in the car by now.
But Sharon Woods lake was beautiful in it’s summer garb. I spotted a splash of color and decided I could get some shots of wildflowers.
The outer edge of the lake was covered with these small yellow flowers. The pink flower actually looks more like an exotic transplant and I’m wondering if a well-meaning bird has transferred it here. We, all of us, affect nature by our actions.
I took some other shots of wildflowers along the edge of the woods, but I was using trying to use my iPhone camera while a small dog with no manners was tugging on the lead.
The photos were largely a disappointment. I had visions of doing my engineering thing and creating a table of wildflowers that I identify, and that may yet happen, but it wasn’t meant to be on Friday. You’d think I’d learn by now that solo walks with Arthur do not good photos make.
If you’d like to see a beautiful and charming photo of a field of flowers, Maralee at Through my Lens has one there.
I hope you had a relaxing weekend. The intense heat here has broken and we have our windows open today. I can hear the constant hum of the locusts, the occasional chirp or trill of a bird, and the soft rustle of the leaves as the cottonwoods speak to me.