Early mornings reveal a waning moon, a sleepy sunrise, and the perfect porch to start a day on.
Mount Rainier sneaks a peek (and a peak) at Quartermaster Harbor in Burton on Vashon Island.
My day starts early and my day ends late, and somehow the in-between takes mere seconds to evaporate. With a run of sunny days (there’s an anomaly), outdoor chores and play-date detours, I find my posts have been few and far between, and even now, this post will be more about pretty pics than Tom’s questionable insight and ramblings. So take a coffee break with me and sit back and enjoy a few snapshots of what summer (in my humble opinion) should be: wonderful.
Boz: “Tom who?”
Boz is quite the ladies man, backing up and waiting for a belly, muzzle, and/or rump rub, albeit Ture’s gentle shoulder pat will keep him happy for as long as she wishes to indulge him.
Can you bake a cherry pie, Tommy boy, Tommy boy? Oh heck yeah, and this crust-covered fruit geode glistens with my first crop of Montmorency cherries. Even better, I celebrated and shared the moment and the pie with my visiting family.
Boz takes time to stop and smell the roses (and in this case, as his pollen-painted neck would suggest) and the lilies as well.