August what has happened to the summer? (Poetic journaling).

On a hill a robin stands facing into the sun and chill. 

Oh, and the Juncos are back. 

But now it's late August.  Potato Days Festival and a Parade.  I call the Lady and ask if she is ready to eat mashed potatoes in the rain.  She is grieving, and I wonder, how will I sing in the rain when I am drenched by tears?

Do the next thing.  

Doggy nose marks.  

Old school smell.

One terrific pig in Charlette's Web.

Luke 6:21  There your heart will be also...

Lived in a cabin in the mountains with only one light bulb.   It was  the stars that  lit up the night. 

So many variables in sewing.