Sharpening the claws…I think I sometimes malign Bob by showing him mostly sleeping…
The fact is, that while he does sleep a lot, as most cats do, he also is out and about, even in Winter. He hunts and does I don’t know what, out in the woods. He often walks “the short loop” with Karl and me and if he does not come the entire way, he is waiting for us at the point where we return to our property.
Big, bad, Bob – he’s not always sleeping.
My favorite way to start a Sunday morning.
Yes, the painting is done, the front porch has been water sealed.
My idea of “peace on earth”.
And then the morning walk with magic clouds and the bluest of blue skies.
And my good dog for company.
The mountains, the sky, the grass, the dog…on a Sunday morning walk.
Completing the circle.
Sunday: From the Front Porch
“I have done the work of TEN men!” says Bob.
It has been a tough week dodging pressure washers and paint sprayers.
T.G.I.F.!!!
The best thing about Summer is that when it’s over, it is Fall! By the calendar, Summer is just a bit past half over. But here in Northwest Montana, it feels like we’ve turned the corner and are blasting towards Fall. Although the days have been getting shorter for almost 2 months, it seems suddenly noticeable. The angle of the sun is getting a bit lower and the “good” light for photography is coming back. The latest heat wave broke before the weekend. The forecast is for upper 70-low 80 temperatures and very cool nights. We will probably have some hot days in August and even September but it is different in August and September. The days are short enough that it takes all day to heat up and immediately starts cooling off.
I love this time! Fall and early Winter…my favorite time of year and we are getting close. Half the fun, as with so many things, is the anticipation. I can enjoy every day of Summer now as we’ve turned the corner to Fall.
Photo taken 8/9/2009, Somers, MT from the east. Somers from other directions in the links below:
Somers from a different direction
I never tire of watching the sunlight through the trees. Today, it was the way it turned the mossy branches golden red.
It was an ordinary weekend. Groceries were bought, Karl and I walked, the grass was cut…
A nap was taken, an art show visited…
Karl swam in Echo Lake.
I sat in the cool of my sunroom in the heat of a Sunday afternoon.
It was an ordinary weekend.