Licht Years
where are you going, where have you been?
summer of love
You’re either on the bus…or off the bus. ~ Ken Kesey ☮️
mostly foggy
a few days in Maine “Mornings meant ‘thick o’ fog’ that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea’s blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones,…
escaping the heat
“Summertime, oh, summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade-proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweetfern and the juniper forever and ever . . . the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths…
“To say it was a beautiful day..
would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.” ~ Ann Patchett
