18 thoughts on “Looking for Shade”

  2. The first poem I chose to recite in school was My Shadow, by Robert Lewis Stevenson. If only I knew then about fear’s shadows…..

    Wonderful pictures! I love how you describe the first. The plant does its best…..

    Blessings!

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  4. I used to walk around this big lake (ok big in Nebraska…) and they thoughtfully and strategically placed benches on the trail. The were metal and painted with this special paint that was supposed to keep them from rusting.

    By strategically placed, I mean that not a single one of these benches was near or under a tree. If you were tired and sat down on one, you’d end up with a waffle shaped burn on your bum and back. You could hear it sizzle as you sat. The temperatures during the summer here get to 100 degrees + and after a few hours in direct sunlight, they get pretty hot. So in walking (even when it’s early in the morning or late in the afternoon) you have to decide if you’re desperate enough, tired enough, sore enough, or thirsty enough to take a break and risk frying your backside.

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    1. Those metal benches can store heat even if they don’t rust. I didn’t actually sit on the bench in the photo, but it wasn’t 100 degrees either.

      Thank you and blessings, Rebecca!

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