Dusk. Goodbye.

Last night we gathered to celebrate dear Annika, who has spent more than eleven years in our country, but will soon be returning to her home, Germany.  She has danced, gardened, walked, taught, and loved us with her beautiful green eyes.  We have loved her back.  I glimpsed this scene as we drove away from her party last evening.  I asked my husband to stop so that I could take a quick shot.



Annika, this beauty is for you.