This evening, after dinner (a big pan of homemade lasagna, which was my gift to him), Ed and I had to run an errand. "But, first," he said, "I want to take the camera and show you something." I'm always game for a ride with the cameras, and we usually spend more than a few summer evenings exploring the beauty of the valley. This evening, it was this:
We're not sure what they are, just huge puffs like dandelions, only much, much bigger. I love their structure and I love that I was able to catch the late sunlight right though the pod in the first photo.
So we were back on the road, watching the last of the golden light in shimmering green fields of new corn, and James Taylor came on the radio with "Fire & Rain." And Ed sang. I love when he sings- it's a very rare thing. Last summer we drove half-way across the country in three days, and I must have sang along to at least 300 hundred songs on the iPod. Ed never so much as hummed. This evening, I was more than happy to join him.
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