Those trees I saw in Maine. They aren’t like the ones here in New Hampshire near me. They are old and covered in grey crinkly

When I came back from DC, I was sure I was ready to move on to the next phase in this evolution of my silk

It’s summer. You love red. You’ve always loved red. Why not? Lots of red. Only red. Like that one kind of jellybean you wanted most.

Can you see the small “sumac” (bush) behind Otis? Freshly planted, near the lake, it’s our memoriam to a very special pup that was ready

In time, this peach will become ripe, I hope. Yum- yum. Do you know how good a peach right off the tree tastes? But, yes,

I tend to associate monochromatic landscape with the winter months. But, yes, summer has foggy, damp, grey days. And this one follows a day that

AAAAAAhhhhh. Feel the nice cool water on your feet. Quiet lake. Monday in summer. Hunter and Lynn are here and life is good. They arrived

This is my pup. Normally he is up and at it, bossing me around, insisting on whatever is next in his routine. But not lately.

Anytime we stepped outside yesterday, Ariella and I were surrounded by dragonflies. Can you see them? There were thousands of them. Their specialty is eating

Sunset last night: beguilingly calm. Is it the full moon today? Inside, I’m just moving in so many directions at once. Feelings about this, feelings