Sun Flowers

Lately I've been walking in the evening. The daisies nod their heads toward the west, their white and yellow faces bending toward the fading light.

But today I wanted to beat the heat (and a busy schedule), so I headed out earlier. The daisies' heads were inclined toward the east, intent on following the path of the sun.

Indeed it seemed as though every living thing -- from the still flowers to the fluttering songbirds -- had joyfully welcomed the faithful orb and existed solely to follow its warmth and trust in its unfailing provision.

The buttercup catches the sun in its chalice.

J.R. Lowell 

Dusk Bunny

Little Peter Rabbit hopped across my path again this evening.

He allowed me to creep much closer this time. I inched my way until we were about ten feet apart. This signifies great progress, and I hope it means that we're now friends. I assume we are at least friendly acquaintances because he let me take his picture.

In case you're wondering, this is how bunnies look when they're smiling:

Or perhaps this is how mischievous bunnies look when they're avoiding bedtime, which -- for bunnies like Peter -- almost always means a dose of camomile tea.