Evening, not quite dusk. A walk to the mailbox, camera in hand. Here’s some of what I saw.

Lilacs entwined with blackberry brambles. Smelling like heaven.

Wisteria growing through blackberries. Growing up trees. Once upon a time DearDaughter called them purple pinecones.

Looking down the lane from the foot of our driveway. The treetops in the meadow lit up by the setting sun.

The neighbor’s lab. Yes, he’s every bit as active as the photo implies.

The lane beyond the bend.

The organic farm. Much better gardeners than I. Or should I say me?

Wildflowers in the meadow. Something yellow. I’m sure they have a name.

Mr. Mailbox and friends hangin’ out on the corner like they always do.

Now I’m heading back home.

The only bird who sat still long enough for a photo before flying off in a blur. There were a lot of them and they were noisy…in a good way.

Heading up the driveway. I’m home. And so lovin’ these longer days.