…stare into the sun. Not recommended.

A setting sun burns a hole through a tree just above a gathering of Brown-eyed Susans. I mentioned to Donna as we walked the grounds of Hunt’s Mill today that this place will bring me back to EP for repeated visits, long after our imminent move to North Kingstown. Walking trails, a waterfall, and – what else do you need?

Apparently a Fiddlehead is a fern that hasn’t yet sprung. Who knew?
