What is it about the sun? This morning, I saw the sun coming up as I came downstairs and realized we had another delightful day ahead of us. We'd been to Charleston yesterday, and enjoyed walking its streets. A weekend of sunshine there had prompted the gardens to erupt in color. Every little garden we glimpsed had something popping out. Naming them all is probably beyond my limited knowledge, but azaleas of all varieties, confederate jasmine, dogwoods, daisies, roses and more were spilling over garden walls and stone pavers. We blamed it on the weekend of sun, and a few more hours of warmth than we had at home.
When we finished our must-do's today, we knew where we were going--the beach. A couple of hours there bathes you in breeze and beauty--along with a serving or two of toddlers crying when told they had to leave the beach, bike riders stopping to walk their bikes rather than fight the wind in their faces, and the first lifeguards of season (they start showing up on April first around here).
After we got home, we hustled through dinner (leftovers, mostly, thrown together in a hurry). We did this because? You probably guessed it--so we'd be able to watch the sunset painting the sky pink and red and orange, outside our back window. And, you wondered why the Ancients worshipped the sun? Not only is it the source of plant life and crops, but it raises everything else to a new level. At least it did today, right here, in our little piece of the world. Even the water stays light for a while after the sun goes down, just like us.
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