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

This is knotweed. Very small right now, very easy to break off from the knot, the root. From any tiny fragment, it can grow a

This pretty much sums up how I feel today. In words: “Where am I? What was I planning to do today/tomorrow/ with my life? What’s

I’ve struggled mightily with the balance to strike between the sweet smell of roses and the addictive rush of achievement. ~Neil Hanson. Who doesn’t share

The slightest movement, what might seem like a small decision one day, magnifies over time. Like an arrow whose direction is ever so slightly adjusted,

This is the color that greeted me this morning. The photo is much dimmer than the reality. It was pinker/redder. And, I thought, “Red in