This weather is wonderful. It is so not August. I have the sliding door open, not shut tight with the airconditioner blasting me into a semblance of a civilized person.
Cicadas and crickets are chipping away at the dark, the moon is sailing high, a soft moth is visiting the hosta, which smells like tuber roses and whose scent rises as it grows darker.
Your clouds and skies are beautiful. I will post a few tonight as a tribute to yours. 'Course, mine will be Canadian, eh.
ReplyDeleteWonderful photos. Our skies are grey, foggy and overcast.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Centvingt and Pam...
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