Author: Gary Boyd

The soundtrack of the morning is all about chickens and trains. Off in the distance towards town it’s dump trucks. That loud bang as the rear gate swings back against

Laying in bed, listening to rolling thunder… once up I’m greeted with dark clouds across the sky.  At least it’s dropped the temperature… It must be the weather, but, I’m

Not so cool, but more humidity. As the sun clears the horizon, there’s a haze hanging in the air. I just received word that my cousin Sissy passed this morning.

Overcast mornings are nice for a change. Lower humidity is even nicer. There’s a good chance I’ll even get to mow today… With the temperature in the mid-seventies, the lowered