After 2 years in Joppa, I moved. The new abode is rural. It’s a place where people actually wave when you pass them on a country road. Anyhow, in the suburbs, one often finds their street number stenciled on the curb in front of their house. Around these parts, my street number has been placed on a 250-year-old structure (a corn shed). It lets a driver know that they’ve arrived at the place where I am living. At any rate, I think this structure is screaming to be surrounded by wildflowers.
On Cino’s first morning at his new home: I let him out at 5:30 this morning, and he has been running around, sniffing everything, ever since (it is now 12 in the afternoon).
I captured a breathtaking, foggy morning while letting the dog outside.