The keeper left us this evening for a meeting with her young adults in Bothell. On the way she pulled over for a series of fire trucks and was overcome by the enchantment of the green evening. The cows were out and the mist was falling. She said it was breathtaking.
The sky over the lake was Dali blue and the clouds were silver luminescence. The new leaves are so enchanting, so fresh and tender.
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