Wild Clover and Laundry on the Clothesline {It is Evening}

It’s summer and on the Saskatchewan prairie that generally means hot sun and temperatures above my pay grade. I don’t do well in the heat. I’m like a wilted flower. Lazy, listless and lethargic. We don’t have a pool or even a lake very close by. The A/C is running, the blinds are drawn. We open the door only if necessary and even the dogs are begging to come in and lay on the cool tile floor. But the sun brings generous gifts: green grass, blue skies, thunderstorms occasionally and magnificent sunsets. The evening is my favourite time. I feel alive. I am energized. And I am beckoned outdoors and this is my sanctuary. God’s holy tabernacle of praise. Meadow Salsify lifts its seeded head towards the sun. The various flowers and grasses gently sway to the rhythm of the crickets and frogs’ evening song. The fragrance is intoxicating and I want to bottle it up and save it for those cold, rainy October days that are bound to come. Evening. My soul is alive.