green - red;

too much to handle;

time to can.

We've got a bit more of summer left in us. 

A foggy walk down to the coast through the redwoods turns into a steamy hike up (UP!) to the car. 

She's ready for a move, a new adventure, to always have sand in her fur. So I am.

The Return- Mary Oliver

7.

The country of the mockingbird is where I now want to be,

thank you, yes.

The days when the snow-white swans might pass over the dunes

are the days I want to eat now, slowly and carefully

and with gratitude. Thank you.

The hours fresh and tidal are the hours I want to hold

in the palm of my hand, thank you, yes.

Such grace, thank you!

The gate I want to open now is the one that leads into

the flower-bed of my mind, thank you, yes.

Every day the slow, fresh wind, thank you, yes.

The wing, in the dark, that touches me.

Thank you.

Yes.

My goofy brother, caught not posing. 

Ocean/Mountain/Forest