Driving back from the local market with a few quarts of strawberries, I had that fleeting sweetness of summer feeling. A sort of 1950's strawberries and tomatoes and lemonade haze. Lake Wobegon nostalgia turned into journal fodder.
But first . . .
We practiced Yin yoga asanas under the trees . . .
painted at the Backyard Oasis . . .
This was left on the table to dry . . .
And we came in when the clouds rolled by, so I continued . . .