|Hickory Hills July 4th Boat Parade|
When there is a lot going on, I have to make harder choices on what to do with the rest of the time. This summer, I spent my writing time working on my journal which has evolved into an art/memoir kind of book. I love how it has expanded over this year and combines sketches, photos, watercolor and words.
Our new long-haired dachshund, Mario, loves adventure and riding in the convertible. His limit is about 55 miles an hour and then he slides back along the window. We have to keep a firm hand on his leash or I bet he would try to climb right out onto the hood for a better view.
Water is his other passion and will swim and explore, jumping from rock to rock, until he is shivering and must be bodily removed and wrapped in a towel (for which he is grateful until he warms up and is ready for another go at it).
The weather has been wonderful - summery hot with nice breezes. Now it is autumn and the leaves are building wattage towards brilliant color. Pumpkins and mums grace front porches. The air is crisp and I need to go to the Price's barn in town and see if the first batch of cider is ready. I will look for the table by the road with the jugs on it and put my money in the Cool Whip container with the rock on top. Then I will know it is autumn for sure.