Autumn in the park with Q.
I have been working so hard and so long that I've lost track, just a bit, of time on the blog.
This set was taken by my husband on a recent day in the park - though, obviously, before I got my hair chopped off.
Drastic chopping of hair causes a singular problem in the blogosphere, because one is for a time no longer able to get away with posting out of sequence.
My old hair. I don't miss it. I may never grow my hair again. I love waking in the morning and having to do nothing but finger-comb my hair and shove some sunglasses into it if it looks a bit unkempt. It's almost like boy-hair now, and I love that.
Q in the unnatural moonscape of our drained lake...being prepared for its new incarnation (complete with a new pelican island, so I hear) next spring.
I love early autumn.