Quiet wonder.....
Nov. 30th, 2018 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osodecanelaI had a very urban upbringing. I rarely reflected on the potential inherent beauty in nature. I rarely observed it. The combination of urban light pollution and my rather poor vision left me unable to appreciate the one vista unaltered by man- the night sky.
We’ve finally gotten some genuine rain here, enough to knock the smoke that’s plagued Northern California for most of the last month out of the air. I needed to get the marketing done yesterday. Walking out my to my Prius, I was first treated to the ginormous flower pots in the yard. The Meyer lemon is covered in fruit as well as new blossoms, the lemons quickly changing to yellow ripeness, ornaments announcing nature’s seasonal bounty. Alongside the Meyer is a Satsuma with a couple of dozen fruit all nearly fully orange, only scattered blushes of green remaining. Across the walkway from there is a Pot with pepper plants, still flowering and sporting half a dozen small and immature bells. I’m unsure how many will reach maturity before the plants succumb to the coming winter cold. The eureka lemon in the ground is in full fruit, dozens of green lemons hanging, the first few coming ripe now. For me, a child of urban upbringing, the ability to find sustenance just outside my door is nothing short of miraculous.
I’m struck by the sheer natural beauty of this environment. I live on a hillside, part of the bowl that rings the lake valley I live in. Now that the air is clean and clear again, I’m once again treated to the striking vistas of rich farmland, vinyards and orchards in verdant green, giving way to shades of gold and rust. The earth tone of the mountains ringing the azure of the lake round out the view, make understandable just how fortunate I am to live among this.
We’ve finally gotten some genuine rain here, enough to knock the smoke that’s plagued Northern California for most of the last month out of the air. I needed to get the marketing done yesterday. Walking out my to my Prius, I was first treated to the ginormous flower pots in the yard. The Meyer lemon is covered in fruit as well as new blossoms, the lemons quickly changing to yellow ripeness, ornaments announcing nature’s seasonal bounty. Alongside the Meyer is a Satsuma with a couple of dozen fruit all nearly fully orange, only scattered blushes of green remaining. Across the walkway from there is a Pot with pepper plants, still flowering and sporting half a dozen small and immature bells. I’m unsure how many will reach maturity before the plants succumb to the coming winter cold. The eureka lemon in the ground is in full fruit, dozens of green lemons hanging, the first few coming ripe now. For me, a child of urban upbringing, the ability to find sustenance just outside my door is nothing short of miraculous.
I’m struck by the sheer natural beauty of this environment. I live on a hillside, part of the bowl that rings the lake valley I live in. Now that the air is clean and clear again, I’m once again treated to the striking vistas of rich farmland, vinyards and orchards in verdant green, giving way to shades of gold and rust. The earth tone of the mountains ringing the azure of the lake round out the view, make understandable just how fortunate I am to live among this.
