it came without ribbons

It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. Summer finally arrived and brought us back to our home away from home.


During our winter absence, a brood of Warblers moved into the birdhouse I hung last fall. And this little guy made himself a room in the semi-dead Aspen tree that sits next to our camper.


Bottles have been replaced by cans, and hats are becoming a requisite for some weird reason. (Photo credit: Amelia)


A little further down the road an amphitheater is taking shape.


This does not suck. Much more of this to come this summer. :)


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