Sometimes, you catch something out of the corner of your eye and you have to pull a u-turn to check it out. This was one of those moments.

Walking the aisles, I was surprised to see just a few packages. (Which we did not need because the Mrs. stocked up pre-pandemic.)

Afternoon light hits the clippings from Duncan.

The Mrs. continues to bake, gluten-less.

I wandered out to Ball Ground, Georgia, to get a burger with a friend and wander down to … well, the ball grounds.

Even an empty campus can bloom in summer.

It feels like the pond goes on forever, but it doesn’t.