Summer is finally living up to its promise, and so many small things to bring joy to our morning walks.  Cacti flowers reaching to the wisps of cotton-wool clouds, driftwood admiring its own reflection in the river, and the brightness of sunlight through the leaves of a tree.

blue against blue

9 thoughts on “SINKING INTO SUMMER

  1. You came to mind last evening when I was slicing a blood orange to put into my wine: said it was from New Zealand . . . And so was the Sauvignon Blanc – from the Marlboro district . . .

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