I decided to return to the front porch this brite and sunny morning. With the temperature already above 80, the shady environs are much more conducive to a pleasant muse. And if anything is required in these times, it’s starting the week of pleasantly.

The mimosa’s beanpods are ripening and turning brown, much to the squirrels delight. The ground beneath the tree is covered with the destroyed and empty pods.

There’s a nice breeze blowing this morning. The wind chimes are singing their multiple songs. Even more so,i up in the sky, small wispy clouds keep scudding by in the small patch of blue above me. Moving from southwest to northeast, they barely impact the pale blue sky. And their effect on the temperature is negligible.

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Our whistling duck just moved from one side of the yard to the other. There is something that seems so wrong about a duck flying from tree branch to tree branch under the canopy… just saying.

Here lately the black faced buzzards have been having a field day along our road. It’s been almost daily that some poor animal has sacrificed itself on the altar of modern life in front of a vehicle. And the congregation gathers to fight over the offering.

I should probably feel bad about my social ambivalence to the golf course like lawns around me. A few years back I discovered I didn’t feel the need to mow more than once every couple of weeks. Yes, by the end of that timespan my yard looks more like a meadow than a lawn in suburbia… but I like it that way. Of course, letting grasses go to seed raises the grass pollen I subject my allergies to.

Once again, it’s time to refill my coffee cup. So, I’ll leave you with the following image and this blessing… Stay safe, stay healthy, and have a memorable start to a new week.