The muddy Mississippi keeps rolling along through Wabasha, Minnesota. Beyond the trees into the clouds is Wisconsin. In spite of the heavy heat and humidity it made me so happy when I spied my first wild rose of the season growing along the railroad tracks. See more lovely skies @Skywatch Friday.
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. ―Louisa May Alcott
So, its Monday morning and I'm driving home on a busy road along Sucker Lake when I see brake lights ahead. That's nothing unusual considering the road construction and repair going on in Minnesota these days. . .but when we started moving again I saw a 20-something guy jump out from an old car in the oncoming lane full of other guys who all looked like they were going fishing. As their car pulled off the road I saw the first guy run up the road and cross over traffic to the center line where he tenderly picked up a turtle, escorting it the other side of the road where he placed it in the soft, green grass. While he ran back to meet his buddies, I realized that Rosemary Clooney was singing the 1952 song 'Tenderly' on the radio.
This just could be a great week ahead, for me and the turtle.
Not a breath of air stirred over the free and open prairie; the clouds were like light piles of cotton; and where the blue sky was visible, it wore a hazy and languid aspect.
Francis Parkman
These were the sky views over the prairie I saw on Sunday from the motorcycle. The sky was really that blue. More skies @ Skywatch Friday.
