An Enchanting Afternoon..

I had the most enchanting afternoon! The whole day was overcast and rainy until my last few minutes at work. Then all the sudden the Sun gave his first greeting. I was planning on meeting my new little friend, Moren, that afternoon at 4:30 to go over some performance details.
I leisurely walked over towards her house. I had just come from the library and had a book on contemplative prayer. Because I was early I decided to pick some flowers for her, and then the afternoon’s loveliness began. Having just finished selecting a bouquet of purple flowers and thinking about adding some honey suckle to them, a group of little children turned around the road into the forest. Who should it be but Moren and a few others! To my great delight she came running up with arms wide open for a hug. Then I was surrounded by the others all chattering. I was asked by Chris Marchand, who was leading the group (or being led?), whether I had seen the mother turkey? no...
So off we went down a path to a burn pile, and there, in plain eyesight, but so well coloured it took a bit of looking to see, was a mother turkey frozen, or so it seemed, because she never moved an inch. And underneath her breast were about five little turkey heads all looking around at the new world they were seeing. It was the most delightful, surprising sight I have seen for a long time.
And as I walked home I took the time to balance along the railing of the bridge crossing the river. There was a fresh breeze and looking up I found I was surrounded by hundreds of little seed pods blown off the trees by the wind, which, when the sun light hit them, looked like little golden petals all being thrown here in celebration for the day.
Finishing my bridge pass I found I was looking at a Camelot Sky. What is the quality of such? It is when the sun is in full light and there is a very deep blue in the centre of the sky which variegates to lighter shades as it draws closer to the horizon. There must also be lots of little clouds on their way to nowhere in particular. They are as big as ships in reality, but looking uncommonly like little sheep because of the distance. I am convinced that if I were able to get just past the visible horizon I would find myself in Camelot, hence the name. A very good picture of what one would find is depicted in the very last scene of Snow White, whith the castle in the clouds. There is a half hope of arriving, but really I would never actually find it as the Manitoba horizon is very large and I would not reach it before sun set. And in England it is over the hill, but there is always another hill to climb. Camelot Skys appear only in the afternoon until Sunset.
This is probably my favourite time of day, even over sunrises and the freshness of morning. It has to do with the colors being very deep and the whole creation seeming to be moving into its final stage almost at its glory.