We went floating twice this weekend. It was perfect. The sun was out, the sky was blue,
Wait. Isn’t that a Beatles’ song?
So, anyway, on Saturday a whole bunch of us floated four miles from the campground down to Williams Ford. The water was over the slab when we got there.
Then on Sunday we went floating again. Before we went, I was out watering the Hosta Dell and found that the bees were enjoying the swamp milkweed. This one is a carpenter bee.
This time we actually enticed our husbands into floating with us. I had the idea that somewhere during the day the opportunity to portray my new “more svelte” self (as requested by az) would provide itself.
I took this image reflected in a mirror that sits out on the deck at Jeri’s place. The sun was behind me, the mirror was pollen laden, and I think the misty look of the linen dress (from azahar’s designs, by the way) I am sporting makes a pretty good image. I really like the way the sun reflects off the mirror onto my face, and the fact that you can see me holding the camera for this self portrait.
The next two are much more graphic, and taken by my own dear spouse. I decided to edit out my face somewhat, as I don’t really need it plastered all over the internet. But I thought I would give a tasteful response to Nursemyra’s corset Fridays. This is as close to underwear as I ever get.
Please be kind. I could be more svelte than this, and have been in the past. But I think I’m doing pretty good for nearly 56 years old.
Now, to a completely different subject. The river.
I shall leave you with a picture that deserves a thousand words, at least. I promise that tomorrow I shall endeavor to relate the story behind this deconstructed mail box.
You’ll like it, I promise. Meanwhile, y’all have a nice week.
