Thursday, August 5, 2021

World of Colors

Making the transition from graveyard shifts to afternoon/evening shifts has, so far, been fairly easy.  The real weird thing is being exposed to a world of colors, so different from the darkness of the post-midnight hours.  For instance, I am greeted with a profusion of flowers, such as these purple coneflowers and black-eyed Susans (in the aftermath of an invasive species mitigation project, native wildflowers have been reintroduced to the site) planted by our landscaping staff:



In addition to the well-curated sections of the property, there are the less well-kempt areas, in which the unloved flowers which I have a fondness for thrive, such as this nascent thistle (edible for the adventurous) flower:


And the not-so-edible, but eaten, pokeweed, the pallid flowers of which will darken into jet black berries beloved by birds, but poisonous to mammals:


 This profusion of flowers is enough to make a person sing:


I'd be remiss if I didn't leave you with another splash of color, as Ginger languidly gazes out the door in a pre-dinner reverie:


Maybe there's something to be said for this whole 'daylight' thing.