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