Saturday, June 6, 2020
It’s quiet out on the back porch this morning. Ceiling fans and cicadas, cardinals and finches. A breath of a breeze rustling the red oak leaves. June has settled upon
Continue readingIt’s quiet out on the back porch this morning. Ceiling fans and cicadas, cardinals and finches. A breath of a breeze rustling the red oak leaves. June has settled upon
Continue readingCoffee muses on the back porch again. It’s more peaceful out here. Traffic noise from the road out front almost never rises above the white noise of the ceiling fans.
Continue readingIn 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
Continue readingOnce 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
Continue readingLaundry 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
Continue readingIt’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
Continue readingI’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.
Continue readingOn the back porch this morning. Ceiling fans on… the movement of the air provides some comfort on another muggy morning. The temperature is already in the mid-seventies and the
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