Distant Pines....

We are awaiting predicted rain. The land is drying out with the hills to the south of Blenheim turning to their summertime shades of gold. Here, the distant pine trees on a ridge of the Wither Hills are a local landmark. Daughter Margaret and granddaughter Emily are staying. We’ve all been busy. Emily’s local friends, Meg and Bess visited and the three girls had a great time playing board games. It’s cloudy and humid outdoors.... bring on the rain...