Although I can't remember the exact day, some time in the past week after a bout of rain, the sun peaked out just long enough to say hello before retiring for the evening.
|(Ignore that blue piece of trash which blew out of the pile of stuff intended for the fire pit.|
It's still there a week later, btw.)
Although my back yard faces east, the sunsets behind me often produce spectacular light shows on the creek.
This particular evening there was no wind at all.
The sunlight brought out the best in the trees, who felt obliged to reflect all that goodness on the water.
This week will be a busy one between stuff going on at work and a court appearance on Tuesday to obtain Chesapeake Bay Son's official driver's license.
(Around here the judge presents the 16-year-old with a license. Serious business. They didn't do that when I was coming along, let me tell you. Things were so lax back then, you could purchase a fake ID from an ad in the back of a teen magazine. That ID then granted you access to the Spectrum under the bridge at Yorktown. Someone I know may or may not have purchased one, it's hard to remember that far back. Anyway, even the official driver's licenses were easily altered if one felt compelled to do so, not that I did. This is a story for another time. Thankfully CB Son, who comfortably distances himself from his mother's blog, won't read this until he's 40. CB Mother, I don't think I had a fake ID but I did go to the Spectrum. Janice Blake somehow got us in. Slapwater was playing. We sang Double Dutch bus on stage. It was a school night. It's all good.)
Posts might be light on words but heavy on photos this week since there's an overabundance in the stockpile that needs to be shared.
Stay tuned tomorrow for shots of something that landed in my back yard over the weekend; something I never expected to see there. Ever.
No, it was not a UFO. Not this time anyway.
Have a great week.