Cantaloupe. I love it. The color, the shape, the smell, the taste. Summer-sweet-perfection!
This one grew in our backyard. It took time. But it was worth the wait.
Summer's end means ripe fruit. This year it also means the fruition of a dream. I've put aside my paint brush for the last month or so preparing for my return to the college classroom – as the instructor.
I happily report that after the first week of the quarter I'm still standing. Better yet, no injured bodies or feelings litter my home. Once I find my rhythm as a full-time professor I'm sure I'll play with paints again. I'll keep you posted.
Until then, I'm eating lots of cantaloupe. That color on a nightstand...I'm feelin' it. Pin It
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