It’s summer. It’s time to forget, daydream, act on a whim. But blog? Hmmmm. It’s been awhile. But yes, midst my forgetting, my daydreaming, my

Water reflects. Until it doesn’t. The weather was way too hot. Now it isn’t. We are. And then we aren’t. Yeah, it seems that way.

Summer is getting warmer and warmer. I love it. I love the heat. Today was the first day in so long that NO ONE was

Right now, it’s pouring cats and dogs. And windy. But last night: the lake was the picture of peace. Just what I needed to greet

Is this my Aunt Hunter holding me now? asks Cecilia. And will I look over to see Aunt Lynn in a moment? Is this the

It’s been raining. It’s cold. We were outside too long. The pooch is done in. But I’m okay. I’m not done in. I’m coming out

I was just out taking Peaches for a walk up the little peak near me. I noticed a car parked at the entrance to the

How can it not be? People in New England are complaining about a long cold spring. I go out for walks in the woods and

I kind of relate to this tree outside my window. It fell over and is just resting there. “How ’bout I just grow while I’m

Can you see that these are shifts made from one image to the next? I was having trouble accepting the horse on the right on