It's been a lovely day, half productive, half relaxing. Ben and I enjoyed a dinner of roasted chicken Provençale and a nice glass of wine while the cicadas lulled us into summer comfort. Their sound is so familiar and relaxing: an audible reminder of countless good times that makes me want to open the windows despite the evening stickiness. Tonight is one of those nights when the southern twilight makes me long for a screened porch. Someday, someday.
I was taking Chewie out for his evening constitutional when I spied this little cutie. I managed to wrangle the dog inside and grab my camera for a few shots. Granted, they aren't the best quality, but I like the cottontail in motion!