|Grazing on the last of the green grass...|
I am fascinated by the time of year between the end of spring, and the beginning of summer. The hills are transitioning from vibrant green, to subdued ochre. Today's commute home was lovely. There is just a last hint of water in the hills. Soon it will be unbearably hot and dusty here. The cows will cluster underneath any nearby trees. And, I will stay on my side of the mountain, enjoying foggy ocean mornings, and doing as I please all day long.
|More straw than emerald...|
|Summer is approaching...|
|Along the fenceline...|