The evening of the summer Solstice, returning from our visits to see N.C. Wyeth: Painter and Illustrator at Somerville Manning and N.C. Wyeth: New Perspectives at the Brandywine River Museum, we drove to Middle Creek.
Upon driving onto the tour road we were met by a friendly cottontail rabbit, standing in the tall grasses to greet us! We rolled slowly along; the impatient drivers who use the tour road as a throughway, forced to move out around us.
I was photographing the magnificent clouds when it began to drizzle. Droplets of rain filled in the outline of our windshield. A rainbow appeared. A series of colors so vibrant they seemed impossible. It spread from one side of the road, arching over the pavement and spreading toward the hillside, bathing the trees in neat stripes of illuminated color. As we watched, the colors brightened and brightened until they appeared neon. Clouds obscured the top-most arch of the rainbow, but extending out on either side, the rainbow flowed like two waterfalls, spilling color onto the ground below.
The colors of the rainbow eventually faded as red-winged blackbirds and swallows darted through the sky.
A meadow vole crossed our path and Canada geese lifted off from the lake and noisely made their way across the afternoon sky. In the tall grasses we saw white-tailed deer browsing.
The evening provided a remarkable sunset followed by the twinkling of thousands of fireflies in the fields surrounding us.
It was a most magical Solstice. ♥
Jessica Allen explores the fields and forests of Pennsylvania with her artist-husband, Michael Allen, and their son, Benjamin. She shares her observations through words and pictures of everyday magic and beauty she sees in her world.