Some people call it twilight, some people call it dusk.
I call it the Gloaming. I love old poetry. I also call it my favorite time of day.
The time of day when long shadows fall, the light turns to pure gold, everything is highlighted in sharp relief.
The long light cuts to the heart of the bushes, and spills out the other side, making the bushes look as if they're glowing from the inside out.
As the sun gets lower, the light in the trees turns from bright yellow to a reddish hue.
The flowers seem to glow, highlighted against the intense blue of the sky.
And Abby wants so badly for us to be back on the right side of the fence.
This post is for Midge, who wanted more trees. Ask and you shall receive, my friend.