And what a way to spend a little time, waiting for her to make her entrance from behind the wooded ridge!
The air was balmy; the sky was mottled with clouds and growing brighter by the minute. Crickets chirred and lightning bugs danced against the trees' dark backdrop or flashed over my head, making me think for a second that it was a shooting star.
Peeking through the trees . . .
Painting the sky . . .
Soaring free of the trees . . .
And she's up! Happy Summer, everyone!