my backyard.

This morning the sun is being sneaky.

She pops out for a brief five seconds or so, and beams down quite nicely, then off she goes.

Then I'm faced with the chilly wind breezing by and it's nice in a weird way.

I think that what it is, is that it's getting to be that time again, where I can just sit outside on my back porch doing this or that, and really enjoy it all.

(sleepy eyes.)

Swarley was getting into everything little thing inside the house, so I decided to bring her outside and let her run around and discover things.

One thing I really like about this house is my backyard.

I like the white wooden porch swing.

I like the view of the lake.

I like the woods.

I was thinking about how I'm excited to spend some summer evenings out here.

Reading, writing, thinking, swinging.

Then I realized that I won't be here for any more summer nights.

That is a weird thing.

We better get a porch swing.