Summer Rain

Today dark storm clouds rolled in along with the intoxicating smell of summer rain. The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance and gradually grew louder and louder. I waited in anticipation for the warm rain I miss so much. The air was warm and heavy with a slight wind blowing the branches of the pine trees outside my window. At home in the San Francisco Bay Area we only have rain during the winter months and being from the East Coast this felt like a true summer day to me. It had rained every afternoon of our stay this week. The mornings are beautiful and sunny, even hot.  Leaving plenty of time to explore the natural beauty all around us before the afternoon summer rain arrives.

Today we hiked to the Tallac Historical Museum.  We walked along a stone lined path and saw a remarkable garden filled with a variety of plants and wildflowers, Vine Maple, Coreopsis, Mountain Rose, Alpine Lily, Western Bistort and many more. Shaded by the trees they are in the perfect environment. Everything grows abundantly here.  I’m sure the rain helps. It helps me.

Vine Maple

Vine Maple

Traveling Gardens Part I

Yellow Wildflower

Yellow Wildflower

A couple of weeks ago I went to see my son who lives in Denver. He is very outdoorsy. obsessed with biking, hiking, camping all that “fun” stuff. I think it’s a job requirement, he works at REI. So I go out to visit and he always wants to do something “fun” lest I haven’t said it before let me clarify now. I am not an athletic person. Lucky for me though I am still recovering from a broken right foot. I am unable to have too much fun.  Denver is absolutely beautiful and Devon, my son really wanted to go on a hike that first

bird egg

bird egg

day we were there. The closest thing I brought to hiking boots was a pair of keds. Devon said it was an easy level hike and that should be fine. Of course I believed him.

violet

violet

Two hours later and over 8,000 feet in altitude we were halfway around a huge reservoir. It had not been an easy level hike and my water was gone.  I stopped and pretended to examine a beautiful yellow wildflower.  Catching my breath I started to notice how remarkable it really was so I decided to take a picture.  For the rest of the hike when I got too tired I stopped and took pictures, but it was the incredible flowers and wilderness around me that took my breath away. It was warm and I was still thirsty but time seemed to go by much faster as I enjoyed this new garden – this Denver Wild Garden.