Sunday evening in the garden - photos and a poem
Sunday evening in the garden
I sat on a folding chair in my garden as the evening closed in around me, listening to the birds and watching the sky as it went through changes of colours and light.
I was entranced by the pinpricks of light shining through between the leaves of the trees and the dancing, chuckling birds as they jostled each other for places on the branches and the feeding tray hanging from the tree in front of me.
There were the sparrows, the robins, the masked weavers, the doves - but where were the bulbuls? I haven't seen them for days. Fickle creatures - have they found a new place to feed?
My camera in hand, I sat and watched in awe, taking photos as it seemed appropriate.
Leaves glowed bright green, backlit by the sun.
The sky and its light show are a gift to me.
I watched the swallows wheeling high in the dome of the sky as they chased after insects. A hadeda ibis flew raucously across my field of vision. Doves made their spring noises and sparrows chirruped to each other.
A Sunday evening in spring is just so beautiful and peaceful. The grass beneath my feet felt cool and soft but with a gentle springiness that tickled my toes.
As the sun sank lower, hidden behind the trees in front of me, the sky changed colour again. The bright blue became softer, the clouds wispy and grey.
Gradually the clouds became tinged with orange, a soft orange that shone in beautiful contrast to the blue of the sky and the grey of the bulk of clouds.
The sun was lower and the clouds began to glow as if illuminated by a gentle fire within them. There was a depth to them, a mysterious kind of light which seemed to radiate from the clouds. I was reminded of the way a curling wave seems to glow with beautiful green-blue depths as it hurtles towards the shore.
I could hear Catherine and Caitlin inside the house making evening sorts of sounds with laughter and chatting.
Inexorably the sun sank lower and the sky got darker, the clouds and the sky now changed to shades of grey. And then it was time for me to join the evening activities inside.
I carried some of the peace, some of the wonder of the setting sun into the house with me.
As the day draws down its blinds
and the garden draws its breath
with a sigh of evening contentment,
the clouds reflect the feeling
of the day's sufficiency
and the promise of tomorrow.
It is the time of the earthworm
moving in the protecting soil
and doing its constant gardening.
It is the time of quiet renewal,
of gathering thoughts and strength,
feeling the grass kind beneath my feet
and the gentle skies above.
The green shadows turn to grey
as our tiny world
spins on its cosmic way.
The text and all images on this page, unless otherwise indicated, are by Tony McGregor who hereby asserts his copyright on the material. Should you wish to use any of the text or images feel free to do so with proper attribution and, if possible, a link back to this page. Thank you.
© Tony McGregor 2010
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