Thunder rumbles and lite rain pitter patters. My last couple of hours in bed weren’t very restful. The thunderstorms the prognosticators promised in their foretelling yesterday moved over my house.
I’m enjoying the almost, but not quite, coolness of the front porch again. I have my native American flute playlist playing in the background… and strange as it may seem,
I thought I’d try the front porch this morning. Yesterday I moved the spare floor fan around so these morning muses wouldn’t be to uncomfortable as the sun rises. I
In my oversized rocking chair under the ceiling fans on the back porch once again. The morning is cool enough, though, not really cool at all. It was quiet as
Once again I’m sitting on the back porch listening to the birds and a distant train whistle. It’s 74 out already, but the ceiling fans make it just right. There’s
Laundry Day. If I can be said to have a schedule, about the only sure thing I do with regularity is laundry day. Every Tuesday I get up and take
It’s not too warm, but, after raining almost all afternoon yesterday, it’s all kinds of muggy. Seems appropriate for the first day of June. The sky is still overcast… really
I’m out on the back porch once again. With the ceiling fans moving the air, it’s comfortable. The birds are filling the air with song a bit more than yesterday.
Note: This series utilizes AI-assisted research and atmospheric imagery. See our [Full AI Disclosure] for more on how we coordinate heritage with technology.
Note: This series utilizes AI-assisted research and atmospheric imagery. See our [Full AI Disclosure] for more on how we coordinate heritage with technology.
