This is the south edge of Cindy’s field just before sunset. Not depicted are a couple of pools of muddy ooze in the shade of that stand of spruce that my harebrained golden retriever Toby makes a beeline for to squat into and cool his private parts. Still, Toby and I both think this is a magical place for wallowing in sticky goo- me in my paints and he in his puddle of mud. |
