Saturday, August 1, 2009

Leaving You ...

... in charge while we go to a family gathering. Have a good Saturday. See you Sunday.


Taken July 24, 2009

Taken July 21, 2009.
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Friday, July 31, 2009

Down the Stretch to the Weekend


Taken July 29, 2009.

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

A Splash of Green


Taken July 21, 2009.

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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Don't Go Into the Light!



All Photos Taken July 16, 2009.

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Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Snowflakes in July?

It took me a bit to get around to it but I just couldn't let Farf and Olivia corner Queen Anne's Snowflakes* market.


Taken July 17, 2009

Taken July 26, 2009.
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* or umbrella.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Zen Sniff Ponders the Impossible*

Bebo still and Giddy on the move! Seen but not believed.


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* but not before breakfast, never before breakfast.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday Poetry Post

Invertebrate inspired Indiana poetry today.
Hoping your day is languid and drowsy.


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A Summer Afternoon
by James Whitcomb Riley

A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.

My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.

Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.

A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
"Like one that hears it rain."

The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.

The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.

And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids--there it is again--
"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!