Sunday, November 22, 2020
A pleasantly cool Sunday morning… with a Sunday morning quietude going on. Even the chickens around the corner are not their normally chatty selves. Maybe they feel the poultry dinner
Continue readingA pleasantly cool Sunday morning… with a Sunday morning quietude going on. Even the chickens around the corner are not their normally chatty selves. Maybe they feel the poultry dinner
Continue readingOnce more around the clock. Cool, 45 degrees… check. Bright, cloudless skies… check. My breath visible… check. Ahhhhhh… if only this was our normal I’d be extremely happy. There’s a
Continue readingIt’s cold and crisp this morning. The sounds of trains, traffic, and crows fill the pre-sunup day. Birds chirp and chatter. And every breath I take is visible in the
Continue readingI lay in bed a while after the alarm… wasn’t really asleep. I had actually been awake for a bit before the alarm… in that half world of fantasy and
Continue readingThe morning starts out warm and gray. An overall, overreaching, overwhelming gray to the world. Even the normally unheard cows in the neighbor’s pasture are mooing mournfully. This transitional weather
Continue readingThe sun rises onto a cooler morning on the back porch. Not a lot cooler, but here in Texas every little bit helps. Once again the prognosticators are foretelling of
Continue readingTo the east there’s a bit of clear sky for the sun to rise into. But from there all the way to the western horizon a rising fog bank is
Continue readingAs you can see, yesterday’s fog is back and lower. The world feels smaller, more closely held, layers of gray. The overnight lows are easing back up. It’s warm enough
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