It is getting to be that color-hungry time of year. I watch out the west window as the sun gets lower and lower to see if I think there might be a good one developing. If conditions are promising, I grab my camera and take Lucy (the dog) with me, because she would be inconsolable if I left her behind. And we go down to the river to hope for a blast of color. At least I am hoping for a blast of color. Lucy just hopes for a muskrat to be out of its den, or a goose on the loose. Wednesday night it was orange.
A generally happy person. Married for over thirty years to a wonderful man, I have two adult children, a son in law, a grandson, a cat, a dog, and a house by a river. A relationship with Jesus forms the bedrock of my life.