Summer is breezing along here with one little adventure after another. We are home again after a little respit in the mountains with twenty other family members visiting from far away places. A reunion of sorts. It was fantasic fun, but it's good to be home.
The air seems heavy here in the valley now. I am still adjusting to the lower altitude, humidity, and 90+ degree heat---and missing the cool mornings spent drowsily soaking in the hot tub while watching the sunrise through the ponderosas. And missing the star gazing from same hot tub at day's end. On our last night, emersed in warm swirling bubbles, just dozing and gazing---a gigantic racoon suddenly appeared. I opened my eyes just in time to see him slinking along the top of the fence, then crouching like a coiled spring ready to launch. I hate to think of what might've happened if I hadn't squawked like a banshee and scared him out of his poor wits (and mine too), sending him scurrying back into the woods.
I love the wildlife, but that was just a little too close for comfort!