A tribute..

to the real thing - to the heron that I miss already... I am sure he is still strolling along the shore at the cottage, free of being stalked by a camera wielding fan! "Peace at last", he must sigh these days...

Meanwhile I am home and still unpacking - yes, still unpacking - my heart is not in un-packing. It takes time to settle back in, but I am almost there. Maggie is my constant companion, enjoying having someone in the house to answer her every beck and call.  

I did not accomplish much today - just murdered a few weeds, completed a few stitches on my tapestry project, watched some PBS programs I had set to record during my absence...and kept a close eye on news of Hurricane Lee as I have friends who live in its direct path. No word from them so far.... fingers crossed....

Whew...I was pooped and ready to go to bed before it was even dark..am not used to the fast pace of city living...heh heh