Friday, June 26, 2020
I’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
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Tag: #writing_of_place
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Warm and Humid. Before walking out this morning I could tell by the condensation on the windows it would be oppressive. I was right. The temperature was already 80º and
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Wednesday, June 24, 2020
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.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2020
After the coolness of yesterday afternoon, today’s return to warm and muggy leaves me wanting. Even the birds aren’t singing much this morning. Only the cicadas are in song. The
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Monday, June 22, 2020
Walking 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
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Sunday, June 21, 2020
Father’s Day. It’s been about a quarter century since my Dad passed… sometimes it doesn’t seem that long ago, sometimes it seems like forever. I think about him every now
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Saturday, June 20, 2020
As I fought the call of day this morning, rumblings of thunder rolled my dreams. Once I gave up the fight I found rain falling steadily. I wasn’t anticipating this
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Friday, June 19, 2020
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,
