Back home to Goose Lake. Thanks to friends and house watchers, our patio is ablaze with color in spite of the intense heat and lack of rain lately. It’s always good to be home.
Today I’ll dive into the poetry article I may have mentioned. I didn’t have some of my notes in Florida so it had to wait. I have two days to get started on it before ILA.
Last day of goo foffing. It has been grand. We’ve had glorious weather and I haven’t set an alarm since we got here, but it’s nearly time to go home and climb back into the wheel.
I’ll have two days to get set for ILA in Austin. That one starts this Friday. I look forward to seeing Susan Hutchins there plus other good friends. And I’m eager to get with Mary Jo Fresch again. Haven’t seen her in ages. We’ll have fun co-presenting our two-hour workshop on Sunday.
This is a place where sunsets are celebrated.
Sometimes you don’t have to go to a museum to find art. This dainty walking stick has taken up residence in the stairwell leading down to the parking garage.