Friday, August 18, 2017

HOW FRESH THIS AUGUST MORNING FOR MY DOG AND ME...




Friday! Daylight is rising, and Mick and I don't need a flashlight as we walk in soft, warm air at 6 a.m.
 
The storms are gone, and we are greeted by a very slender "outhouse" crescent moon on the east horizon, just above a slash of smutty "cat-scratch" clouds.


Once again, cicada sing the praises of another summer day, which promises to bring a mix of cloud and sun.

 
Leaves have fallen; just enough to give slight scrunch beneath our moving feet. Otherwise it's quiet, without a hint of breeze, and nothing moving but my dog and me.


Good morning, world! It's time to wake and start your day.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

ANOTHER HOT AUGUST DAY...







AND HERE'S THE PROPER WAY TO SPEND IT-- 

RESTING BAREFOOT ON A 2ND-STORY DECK,
GAZING DOWN INTO THE VIBRANT COLORS 
OF A WILDFLOWER COURTYARD.