Little Cottage on King Street

One of the many houses that intrigue me.

Met Laura at a favorite writing place by the giant sycamore, not to write today but to celebrate her birthday. She brought cake, I brought presents. Walked through the Ida Lee meadows, which were full of buttercups. Later, an enjoyable piano lesson with Janessa and, at dusk, a walk up the hill. The crickets and frogs were louder, sensing hot weather approaching, and we saw the year’s first fireflies.