Messages in the Sky

Many people have said to me recently that when someone you loves passes away, they stay around awhile to make sure those they love are going to be okay. There is comfort in that, and I’m not alone in having experienced amazing weather phenomena shortly after losing someone. (The day my dear friend, the artist Susie Wynne, died suddenly three years ago, the most brilliant, awe-inspiring, scarlet sunset painted the heavens. And as we arrived home from the service for my step-father nine years ago, a sodden sky cleared and a glorious rainbow arched above the house where he’d been so happy with my mother. I photographed those events as evidence that it wasn’t my imagination.)

In these past days following my Dad’s passing, I’ve chronicled the skies above my house and garden, including the dappled clouds, top, and this gently beautiful sunrise taken from my bedroom window a few mornings ago.

A friend of mine is reminded of his parents by sunsets. I’ve found that dawn is the time of day I never miss.


Some days are pretty good, and some not so good, and on the not so good ones, I sit here in my zero gravity chair and watch the sky.

And meanwhile, the garden continues to change. It’s been raining for a few days, so I’ll share some shots from last week. This is a close up of the flower of a “hosta”, a large-leafed, shade-loving plant that sends up these lovely blossoms.

Cherries from our tree, before the birds ate them all. Oh well, we can get them at the store and the birds can’t.

Another recent, and more intensely dramatic, sunrise taken from the bedroom.

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