Green trees black against a pale sky, until the full moon dusts them with silver.  

14:25:07 PM

I went for a long bike ride with my father-in-law, wildflowers everywhere I looked… reminding how far we still have to go in our garden. When I got back, I started digging the pond, one small (but heavy) shovelful at a time.  

19:12:07 PM

Summer’s back again… I can see it in the light. The sun as it rises draws the dew up into a soft haze. Even a hundred feet away, objects relax into a wistful nostalgia, appearing better than they are, but also more remote – untouchable.