Brome grass in bloom
Walking toward the house from work last night.
Sun setting behind me, going down on a glorious day.
Last one out, watering up old Boston, who was injured by another cow and can't walk to drink for herself. She drinks a lot and the hose won't reach, but I don't begrudge her. She is a sweet old thing...poor bos.
Suddenly right at my face, right at my eyes, speeding, buzzing, blazing, comes a coal, glowing red, fiery orange, trailing flaming halos.
That's what the sun will do with a ruby-throated hummingbird that's tame and friendly and whirring over to say hi.