Last evening just as the sun set over the horizon, the sky was a fiery red and I trespassed on to the local golf course to take this image. A large puddle of water morphed into a lake when viewed through the lens. What a perfect reflection!
But I digress, let me get back to the lazy Sunday.
Our dear friends had been asking us to join them on a hike at the Sourland Mountain Preserve to check out the prairie full of yellow flowers but since the weathermen and weathermom were in a joint cahoots to prevent us we didnt quite make it up there in the entire month. It would have been much the same today. However, to my surprise, I wake up to a hint of blue in the sky and quickly called our friends to join them at Sourland. Looking forward to a priarie full of yellow flowers, I carried my camera with me. On the way there I noticed the battery charge – 3% – “great” says J, “we can now have a real hike.” (hmm what should i read into that?), and then at the site our friend said – “we are a couple weeks too late, the flowers are all gone”. With or without the prairie full of flowers, Sourland preserve was a treat.
As we started at the trail head, the trails were wet and muddy from all the recent rains and so we had company (I had trouble finding him – my generous friend chalked it to camouflage but I think my eyes need a good check up) . Small brooks had been born where there were supposed to be rocky trails.