The Prodigal Girl Returns

I haven't posted something here for a while. Its almost strange to be typing here, with the intent to click publish. My life as it were is busy, who's isn't may I ask ? Writing is my life's blood. And the inspiration I draw form all of the lovely Blogs I follow are a constant stream of help. So why does it seem strange to be posting ? I couldn't say.
 Here's some photos that I am loving today.

      If only my life were like this, all though I would feel bad for the person who had to row me about
      all day. I am drawing inspiration from this photo for a certain story, I'm no supposed to be writing.
      Isn't the photograph just stunning ?

 Hopefully I will be reading more and more, as the summer ends. That's a sad sentiment.  Yes I'm sad that summers almost over, and I am now missing the sum as it has poured rain for some time, which is making me feel even more that summers on its last leg. I am currently editing the first draft of my children's story, and sketching for the illustrations with my artist Mother. That's a very happy statement. If I do say so myself. That's what I have been "up to", not that I believe anyone really is waiting with bated breath to hear about my life. She writes smiling to herself.  I know the random nature of this post is hard to follow, forgive me. And thank you for reading at all.