I miss summer. Despite our great loss. I always talk about it, I know, but this time of year is hard for me. It gets dark so early, and it's too cold to sit outside, so I end up reading on the couch all evening. And I tell you what, people, this is just the beginning of a looooonnnnngggg season of me spending the evenings reading on the couch.
Anyway, I was looking at photos -- yes organizing them -- and found so many recent ones floating around, unused, unshared, unmoored. Which need using and sharing and mooring. They fell through the cracks, as it were, but I'm pulling them right back up. To make life complete and all that.
Plus, I get to revisit summer.
Beauty, Mistah tiptoed through the daises recently . . .
afternoon watching these Piping Plovers.
And finally, Flying Babies.
But why have one baby flying when you can have two?
Fly, Jelly Roll, Fly.