We went for a very long walk today, and I took these photos. These are the days I dream about all year.
Now I am sitting outside to write because it is so perfectly splendid that it would be a waste to be indoors. The dogs, having had their multiple walks, are content to sit quietly on the grass (Moses) and at my feet (Pete). The sun is streaming from the west and casting a golden light through the leaves that still hang onto the birch and maple trees nearby. All is tranquil and warm, and lovely.
But it is raining. There must be one cloud drifting overhead in the crystalline deep blue sky, and the drops are hitting Moses on the head, making him flick his long ears with irritation. I am happy to sit on the porch with the roof protecting the computer–and me–and to be aware of the sunset while I write.
Meanwhile, in book three, Elisabeth is working on something new, and Fiona is chafing at all the public meetings she has to attend. Peter Landry is being his usual enigmatic self, and that is causing some problems. Many new developments in the works. Stay tuned.