Saturday, June 6, 2015


9:42 am
It is so beautiful outside that it’s a shame to come in. I walked around in absolute bliss in my fluffy green housecoat, glass coffee mug in hand, sun warmly shining, early morning rain rising off the grass, perennials lush and green … .
The birds … far and near, all different songs …
The lonely ruffed grouse still thumping for a mate …
The pair of ducks that flies off the lawn …
The flock of wee birds chasing off a merlin …
The kerfuffle of wings on the water …
Wet dirt smeared on my fingers from pulling grass out of flowerbeds.
I’m going back out with my fresh cup of coffee.

Water that hasn't drained away in several summers has killed trees in the middle of the bush near the driveway.


  1. Replies
    1. Thank you! It was such a visceral relief when I woke up and remembered I didn't have to go anywhere this morning.

  2. I have become slavish about drinking my coffee from glasses, at least in my own home.

    1. Your glasses have handles? Or your hands can take the heat? Or you have special holders?


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