Sounds of Summer
New Art
We are always aware of birds, by their song, honk or cackle, by the splashing of water or the flapping of their wings.
This one is for David ...
Mom talks to her kits as she crosses the yard ...
the baby fox squeals with joy as he plays ...
The croak of the Bullfrog is heard far and wide ...
These are the sounds I miss the most ... Izzi was a talker and after you lived with her for awhile, you knew what she was saying. She was the smartest dog I have ever known.
Miscellaneous
Old Art
I am late posting today because we have WIFI issues at our house ... like it takes an hour to upload a picture. So finally, at 3:30 in the afternoon, I have finished my post. It is exasperating ... and it is worrisome when I think of how dependent we are, as a society, on computer technology. We are vulnerable, to say the least 😟
That said, I hope you have a wonderful week with reasonable weather. It has been crazy everywhere from to much heat to too much rain to too little rain(drought) to severe storms to tornadoes ... I don't think it has been too cold anywhere. That, I think is a good thing 😁 Be well everyone ...
Andrea @ From the Sol