Bloom

Sitting on the back porch, embroidery hoop, thread and cold beverage in hand: the best way to spend a a July night. Eventually the light dies and the fireflies start their incandescent semaphore, but usually by that point I've shaped a flower with thread and wound down from the bustle of the day.
Oh, Summer.
Back to School, Puppy

Anastasia

The more things change, the more they stay the same? Happy Weekends!
Under the Waves

Sketchbook-in' it today. I think she's got the right idea for these temps.

And I wasn't kidding about those berries, proof positive.
Les Framboises

The raspberries are out, as are the blueberries and (inevitably) the mosquitoes. The combination of all three means I'm eating lots of berries and continuously itching insect-inflicted battle scars. But it's worth it all, a sort of summer badge of honor.
Now if you don't mind me, it's 90+ degrees here and I'm sans air conditioner. Basically, that's a long-winded wind-up to say that I'm going swimming.