Fourth of July, 2020
There is dew on the car windows. And a smell of wet, almost rotting, grass on the morning air. The traffic is very light, but that’s to be expected. Birds
Continue readingThere is dew on the car windows. And a smell of wet, almost rotting, grass on the morning air. The traffic is very light, but that’s to be expected. Birds
Continue readingOn this front porch morning, a breeze is making the limbs sway… at least a bit. Birds sing and chirp and coo. Vehicles go up and down the road in
Continue readingLet’s just come to an agreement right here, right now, that unless I comment to the contrary, it’s just hot and humid. It’s summer south of Houston, Texas after all.
Continue readingI’ve been out on the front porch for almost an hour now reading and listening… to both birds and YouTube videos. Between “everything is broken“, questions about Confederate statues from
Continue readingThunder 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.
Continue readingWalking out this morning I almost turned around and went back in. Warm and way too humid. It was a like a slap in the face. The temperature was 81º
Continue readingI’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,
Continue readingAnother repeat visit to the front porch. Another almost cool morning. Another quiet traffic day. This morning I watched as a lone whistling duck flew three times around the front
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