- I have a little hodgepodge of photos from my recent trip to my sister's mountain house hanging out on my desktop. If you click to enlarge, you can see a lone fisherman there across the river at the edge of Mr. Martin's farm. He turned up every morning, about the same time, and caught a few mountain trout each time, throwing the tiny ones back. This photo makes me wish I was sitting there right now, with my coffee, new purple glasses (see box in post before last) and Flannery O'Connor's Prayer Journal, that a friend copied from a book for me.
- My sister calls the woman next door (that's a bit of her house here) "Miss Gail" - she was my sister's late mother-in-law's friend, both from Florida. They used to come up in May and stay until October to celebrate the cooler air. That's what Gail still does. I loved this big flower in one of her flower beds. It must be in the Morning Glory family, because it closes up in the afternoon.
- View from the road to the house, about a mile away from it. That's someone's well-worn driveway path on the lower left and their fields below. I titled this photo "Church and Fields." If you click to enlarge, you can see the little church there, right in the middle. Sigh - I feel more peaceful already.
Favorite thing this week - a man I work with is taking the day off to take his ailing father fishing for the day. It's his father's birthday. He says he couldn't think of a better present.