Sunday morning loafing about around the farm. Eating eggs and bacon and fruit and sitting outside drinking second cups of coffee. Thinking about important things like, "remember antennas?"
Seeing lovely Kathleen Edwards at an outdoor event the second time this summer, and in fact the music is terrific all day long, and the Windsor Salt Band at closing time makes us not want to leave.
Two up on the hill, playing with that golden sunlight.
More golden sunlight, on golden gals.
The party's over, but there's a river I've known. I'd forgotten that in Amherstburg the sun sets on the river, and it takes us a long time to leave the park when the light looks like that.
A gentle evening; Sunday afternoon wine drinkers and food tasters all gone home to get ready for a new week.
Playing
Detroit River, one more time.
Bonfire, talking; it's too warm in front and chilly behind. But it's a pleasant shuffle, forward, backward, forward, backward, toes stretching toward the flames…
LOVE the antennas!
C x
The sunlight IS golden, gentle, generous. Beautiful, memorable moments!