Evening Time

Rain drops trickling down the window panes.   The front screen door lets in the cool evening air that feels oh soooo gooood.  The leaves are still, and our neighborhood is quiet.  We must be grateful for the safety and security of village living.

We love to have the floor and table lamps lit this time of the day.   Neither of us like the bright ceiling lights.  Three-way bulbs afford varied degrees of light, and are our faves.

Today, like most days, was craft day.  Dale worked out in his shop, and I in the house.   A day isn't complete if we don't each create something or transform one thing into another.   Most assuredly, we are making the most of our abilities.

Our recent day trips have come upon photo ops that I want to post here,  but our techy devices still aren't in sync.  I guess it's called 'limping.'

Two little black eyes are telling me that it's time for supper.   Guess I'll scoot.  Sleep tight.