Rising over the ridge at seven comes the Tuscan sun to wake up the sleepy olive trees. Can this hard dry earth accept another day in the sun? The earth is hard and wears a thin grass coat of burnt yellow and raw umber. The cypress trees stand tall and elegant like solders guarding the estates of man. The moist air in the folds of the hillside is burning off in a milky haze. The clay roofs begin to reflect light and reveal the farm houses that blend into the hillside. The air is cool but the sun-rays are already warm on the skin. No clouds. It will be a long run for brother sun, climbing a clear morning, hovering above a dusty afternoon and receding into a soft evening glow.
June 24,2017