In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.- Margaret AtwoodIt was a school night but we slipped down to the lake shore and postponed bedtime. Baby geese, bats, fish, fresh air, and moon looking like the tip of a clipped fingernail.
I was thinking about doing the same thing last night, but then a thunderstorm rolled in, so we stayed inside.
ReplyDeleteI love the colors & texture of the clouds in the 2nd one from the bottom!
Our weather forecast keeps calling for thunderstorms also, but we haven't seen one yet. Maybe tonight? I'm beginning to like Spring in Redding. It's not so wet as Brookings was. Remember all that rain?
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