Another quiet morning on the back porch. Still, damp… dew on the ground. Even the birds are mostly quiet.

The coffee was still dripping when I came out… so I’m still coffee free. It’s making the muse run slow today.

Looking around the yard this morning, I am reminded of my maternal grandparents place in Orchard. The trees I’ve planted are about the same size as those I grew up with there, all planted by my grandfather. The only real difference is out front where the century trees are growing.

Well, i think it’s time to go in and get that first cup…