'Tis

the season . . .

       Quieter mornings now that spring is long past. Few birds singing so lustily; too early and cool for the summer murmur of insects; but the beaver were slapping tails and the frogs were 'singing'.

       I've not had a good week mentally (watching too much Un village français ?). Walked, sans camera, on Saturday so of course a doe came by with her fawn . . . another missed shot forever a memory.