Late August, Cloudy Skies

Like Cheri on the Atlantic coast, 

I've found my eye drawn to the skies; 

unlike Cheri, I have no deep thoughts 

brought out by the clouds.

Rain or shine, 

it's still August.

Windy Morning Walk With My Little Beauty

Morning Caller, Mid-August

August Orange

Light in August

Once in a Blue Moon....

Early morning: Beautiful, 

breathtaking surprise

in the west, behind the barn

The Humming That Makes Me Happy

When I shut off the mower Monday evening,

I heard a wonderful sound:

BEES!

You probably cannot see them

among the basswood blossoms,

but there were there in force.

The tree was humming. 

Such a relief after last year's silence!

"O, frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"