The colors of each iris were magnificent today. The poppies were popping and the colors amidst the dark greens were really a sight to see. We roamed the shady paths today and watched the clouds move through the patches of sky we could see between the tree cover. We fed the fish until it got too warm in the sun and then we sought the shade again. Our path winds for a bit over two miles, and for the first time on this journey I spot an empty bench with a feeling of longing. So we sit for awhile, and the poppy next next to me rests its pregnant blossom on the bench right along with my pregnant body, enjoying the ripening, yet still needing a moment to catch our breath.
