It is hot. This is the time of year that the sycamore trees (Platanus occidentalis) throw off their clothes with abandon, flinging their garments here and there, and revealing their most beautiful, sensuous, smooth new bark. At least that is what I think they are doing.
Doughnuts again – and they were so photogenic, I just had to take their picture. They are all gone now because I took them to work.
Firearms, fibers, any news or behaviors that make me say, "hmm, let me take another look at this."
I still miss my man, but my aim is getting better.
Gunsmoke and Knitting 