Summer, incidentally:

Sometimes the summer seems like a series of glimpses, incidental but glowing.  I keep on gathering them, put them in the box under the bed---saving them for a day when I need to see the long spangled summer days again.

Already nostalgic

for dusk at the beach, even though this was only a couple of weeks ago.

Cherries:

The world is not just beautiful--she is also open-handed and quick to give everything away.

Last night on the farm

and an hour of magic with the girls out in the pasture, both human and equine.

My sister's farm

(treasures everywhere).