The heat is still on in my neighborhood. The temperature hit 33 degrees (92) yesterday as the steamy summer has been continuing into fall. I really don’t mean to complain, because before we know it the weather will be reversed. We will be bundling up and mumbling to ourselves how cold it is. So, for know I will embrace the warm weather.
On my walk back to the station, I took a long cut through the suburbs. I do love to wander the backroads and see where people live. It is thrilling to my lens to see how they care for the patches of land that make up their gardens. The bright flowers are still contrasting against bitumen of the streets. The heat rising of the streets was a constant reminder that the summer has yet to finish baking.
I have come across the Angel’s Trumpet flowers in my walks recently. These long elegant flowers that have a reputation for causing visions if ingested. It seems like these days that everywhere I turn I see these drooping yellowish orange flowers. I wonder if anyone in Japan eats them and sees angels or demons. It visual imprints that nature can be bountiful or, in this case, can cause hallucinations.
I need to get out more and see what there is to see in nature. Even if that nature is confined to plastic garden pots. Beauty is out there, somewhere. All we have to do is to keep and open heart to see it.