Yesterday the fireflies bouncing gleefully through the trees and grasses of our pasture. Horses from the back pasture were out for a walk to the river with their masters. Trees were swaying to the gentle breeze. Down came the temperature, to a more traditional 90 degrees for the fourth of July. My homes is a place surrounded by beauty.
Thursday I head out to DC for most of the month. There are two conferences and a grand baby to play with. For the first time in many years I am not looking forward to traveling.