This is the summer of transition and boy do I feel it. In one month both of my daughters will move out of state to college. We had to take time out and escape to the country. I needed some time with my parents and sister and the kids did too. Giant old magnolia. Rolling hills in all directions... Cicada shell hanging out in the secret garden. It's really no secret, but my son named it so. It is this neat little area with a trellis entrance under an old apple tree. The sounds are so different away from the city. The Bob Whites were calling in the pasture, along with the cow birds. The hum of all the invisible insect life was amazing. One of the many treasures, a painting by my grandmother. I know it's a mess, but I was a spring roll making machine! This keeps me on track with my weight watchers. See that old cutting board, it has to be at least 50 years old. One of the many beautiful pastures. ...