Sunday evening, in complete denial that this is the last week before my son departs for college, I went for a kayak ride in our cove to soothe my soul and quiet my mind.
This particular arm (is it called an arm? regardless, that's what I'm calling it) of the cove is right near Clifton, which has a very rich history that includes shipbuilding, a women's finishing school and all sorts of possibilities for movie plots. The property on which my parents and I now live was once part of Clifton.
Although I was searching for herons or other creatures along the shoreline, I happened upon a piece of wood.
This piece of wood, part of a fallen tree, looked like a cross between
and a heron.
A heron gazing skyward, kicking one stump of an abbreviated leg upwards in some sort of high five to the heavens.
If I've not mentioned it lately, I'm very easily amused. This is how I spent my entire
Thank you for
In Complete Denial That My Son Is Leaving Home