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The places we escape to, are often right here at home

I’ve been scarce here lately. Both of my sons came home for a visit and we enjoyed some much needed family time. And since it’s summer, like many of you, I have been spending a lot of time outdoors. In fact, most sunny mornings I take my laptop out on our deck and do all my photo editing. I now have a new little assistant..

taking a snack break..

Meet Cheeky…she works for peanuts
and sunflower seeds.

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and thanks to my sons, Cheeky is enjoying the good life..

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“We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our back
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac”

Looking forward to catching up with everyone this week.

all the stories in between

the beginning is the word

“The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.”
~Kate Atkinson

while a few old hydrangea blossoms continue to hold on for dear life
tiny new buds are beginning to form

I am hopeful

and so we have turned that corner…

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late september

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first day of autumn

a hint of what's to come

quiet morning

..into autumn

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter’s deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world’s oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”
~ Shauna Niequist