If I were naming this, I'd call it "Discovery." In this case, Jake discovered a ball of pitch on the end of a spruce frond. Kind of messy and kind of delightful all at once.
Naming this, I'd call it "Imagination." Give a boy some yarn and a paper clip and tell him to go find a stick and pretty soon you have a pair of fishermen catching "the big one" right in their former luge. They loved this and played at it for a long, long time.
These red azaleas bloom well after the pink ones have died away. I still have another variety blooming yet on the side of the house. Crazy late season.
One section of a John Rossini print that hangs above the piano.
Not sure that my coffee is hot enough...
Last night, we had our first strawberry shortcakes of the season made with local berries. I forgot to take a photo. Blessed me I remembered this one that Kati may recognize.
Cheating a bit. It's mostly clover and I really wanted to show you the roses.
30 looking up
I actually lay on a blanket yesterday watching clouds float by and taking photos. Today, they make me dizzy so, lest they do the same to you, consider yourself spared!