Mornings now consist of drinking tea, on the porch when it's nice, and then going for a walk to semi-accidentally scare the living daylights out of our neighbors, a huge family of turkeys.
When they all fly at once, (yes, they do), the sound is heavy and arresting, like fists beating on your chest, or pulsing the tragus of your ear with a finger.
Also, the misses and i have been staying with some very wonderful friends.
There's been some weddings,
And some quiet nights alone.
These are just a few photographs taken by other people. On the grand porch of her parents house, Betsy gingerly picked up the camera and got this, the first, fantastic image. The next are Anatole's, excitable young fellow he is, who managed to rattle off about 14 photos of the same boat. Here, a selection.