I spent some of the afternoon beginning the long process of getting my spare room restored to order. In the early evening, I drove over to Trinity Trail, my favorite hiking area, by Lake Lavon. Although our news is full of storms and winds that besiege those in the southeastern region of the country, here the weather was in the high nineties with an absence of any rain and a lack of very much wind.
The trail seemed to have more shady spots than usual, though, as the trees and shrubs which intermittently accompany this trail were flush with greenery.
Everywhere all around me sang loud chorus of katydid, cricket and grasshopper, making an ambient symphony of chorused notes. I have a quick flicker/image of touring the Mormon Tabernacle, and being told that the pipe organ pipes were made of bamboo. This was a bamboo-worthy symphony. I saw very little in the way of flowers, other than the shoulder high purple flowers I have seen a time or two recently. No butterflies stood out, but I saw the black-bodied, black-winged dragonfly (or damselfly) with the French-tipped wings. It was a tiring but exhilirating walk, topped off with views of herons and the gorgeous lake roiling into the horizon.
When I returned to my car, a rider with an English riding helmet put her horse through paces, readying for the trail. Loud personal watercraft assured me that my timing was right, as they obliterated the evening peace with the best noise technology could offer.