July
I haven’t written in a month, but July is like that every year. July is kind of like December. You love everything that there is to do but you don’t intend to keep up this kind of pace forever. Also, the boys keep finding me. My red birds have moved into their summer home in the cedars along the little springs and creeks under the trees. Goldfinches are still around at the feeders and the hummingbirds have moved back in. … Continue readingJuly