The Wren from Carolina

Queen of her own mountain as she emerges from a summer in the woods. Her mate was singing for her as she checked the patio wall for delicious bugs, a Peanut Butter Princess as perky as ever.

For the record,
This day came in absolutely perfect, warm sunny, dry and breezy. We sat out on the patio all day reading, watching chipmunks, hummers and The Wren from Carolina. A perfect Labor Day with no labor. We enjoyed the leftovers from the party last night and cold VT beer from the Trapp Family Brewery. I had the pleasure of meeting Maria Von Trapp at the Trapp Family Lodge in Stowe while having dinner back in the 70s with my Swedish friend, Suzanne. As a complete devotee of the Sound of Music it was a thrill.

All hands wary