The first shot is my property at left and my brother's/mother's property at right-a view from the road; the second shot is my son riding his bicycle to my mother's house from our house; and the third shot is the pond across the road from our house.
Yesterday I took the boys to my mother's pit and found this purple liatris growing at the top of the hill.
Across from our house is a bog/pond/marsh-it has all three designations, depending on what part of the waterway you're on.  It's about three miles long and runs the length of our road, disappearing into the base of the mountains where it begins.

As a child, my bedroom faced south, which meant that we could listen to the water rushing over the dam all night long-a sound that will forever be one of my favorites.

I learned to swim here, to skate here, to fish here, to canoe here.  It is still a special place to me.
A lot of people in other parts of the country are under the impression that we don't have a humidity problem in the Northeast.  Well, we do, and it gets worse each year.  Right now, at 8:30 p.m., it is down to only 95%.  But here are some pictures from earlier today.  These mountains are five miles from where I was standing and normally would be visible but they are almost obscured by the humidity rising around them.  It reminded me of coastal South Carolina in July, so I stopped to take a couple of shots.
I get quite a few hummingbirds at my house and PB just loves them, so I tried to catch one on film from inside the house (they scatter if I open the door).  The best I could do is catch the blur that this one made-just to the right of the flowers.

Although we do have Old Home Day, people don't come home for it.  Instead, they come home for Grange Fair Day.  This year it started out wet, broke for the parade, rained again, then broke again.  The day starts with a pancake breakfast at the elementary school and ends with a street dance.  In between there are all sorts of other small town country events, including a white elephant sale, baby show, live music, bed races, horseshoe tournament, ham and bean supper (I made two salads), and tractor pulls (it used to be an ox pull but some people complained about animal cruelty through the newspaper and they decided that it would be changed to a tractor pull-what did those people think the Grange stood for, anyway?).  So we all have a good time visiting with our neighbors and people we haven't seen as often.

Starting off with the color guard.  My little brother (Army and Navy veteran) and my first nephew (Army veteran).  The "boys" are two years apart in age.  My nephew's brother usually is with them but his daughter burned her hand and they had to take her to have it looked at.

This year's theme was "Yankee Ingenuity" so my sisters created a float that advertised all the small businesses operated by family members.

RB and his daddy won a blue ribbon for their tractor.  RB was told to wave to the people. LB said she didn't know if he understood, but when he saw me with the camera, he waved like crazy!


Halcyon is a Greek word meaning golden.  These days will never come again; the leaves will die, the snow will come, the snow will melt, the sun will return, but each moment is special and unique.

Mom turned 80 this summer-here she is swinging on the zip line at her party

At my niece's ball game-Mom and another niece

My sister with one of our great nephews

My sister coaching her daughter's ball game

My niece, the ball player

The old veteran ball players-G in the background, my brother in the foreground

The slide was a big hit with RB!

My girls

Our first son

My nephew's beautiful family


RB trying to get cool

A Dog Day Afternoon

RB sitting with Mommy on a Day Out With Thomas & Friends.  RB loves all things "train"

There's a time each year, that we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the treeses, and sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time