Restoration

 

Rest

 

Do you like to get letters?

 

“The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.” 

Lewis Carroll

I write to a college friend in Northern Ireland, though it's been a while, and my sister-in-law in the Netherlands. I write to a friend way up where it snows 6 months out of the year. We were in 8th grade together. I have a friend in Japan who sent me the Blessing of Aaron in Japanese. 

I write to you.

Blogging is writing letters, don't you think?

 We become penpals here. I am watching Pamela's grand-cranes grow up. They recently hatched. Baili taught me to wash wheat. I had no idea that was a thing. Mrs. Marmelade (not her real name) posts pictures of my old home state of Michigan. Nice. Nana sets tables. Victor writes books. Ottawa is blooming with tulips and cathedrals. And you. What's going on with you?

Sandra asked for eclipse photos. Here they are:

My techie son blurred our messy garage from the background!

How to make this contraption: click here.

A storm blew through here last night and made everything beautiful:

Can you see the spider web?

One More One for Israel

 

Ransom Captive Israel

 

Do you have 8 minutes?

Will you take a walk with me?

 

It's a hot day close to the end of Pollen Season. The yellow has cleared a bit, now the invisible floats through the air. We saw baby ducklings or maybe they were goslings. Let them be, so no photos. Here are a few stops along the way:

Claude Monet's geese. 

In this focus they look like an Impressionist painting. Do you think so too?

Purple flowers. These sprang up like weeds, but I think they were on purpose:

Tree:

Tiny, yellow and purple:

Hope your day is sweet.