summer nights

As I make my way to the garden late, just as the light is waning, with barely enough time to get enough water down and no time to see what is really going on in there, I have been veiled in that last light as the sun tucks in to her watery quilt.


Papa said…
Beautiful. Sent you one from Michigan on Facebook, July 4th themed....

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