The other evening Olivia and Michael excitedly drove off with friends to a Phillies game. The minute they left, I cleaned up the kitchen, fed the pups, made myself dinner to eat out on the porch with my canine company, watching the time near the hour before sunset.
I gave myself the gift of a photo outing without the worries of feeling that I have left Michael to do all the dish washing and after-dinner chores. I hopped in the car and drove to a different part of the neighborhood to see what this August evening offered.
I found flowers and twinkling lights along fences. A funny combination on tree-lined streets at that hour, when the sky in more open areas is pink, lavender and gold, and lights would yet be needed