Square Foot Beginnings

June 4 everything was so small and there was so much room. By July 16 it already looked like this. It's pretty delightful.

Opeongo

The beginnings of warmth after the harsh winter have me pining for Algonquin. Ah to see the sunset on Lake Opeongo and hear the loon call. I long to paddle quietly along the shore. To soak in the serenity and peace. To hear the wind rustle through the trees.

Haiku by Q

Stein and B. Toklas

often

baked hash brownies

hence

birds on grass

alas