By the end of weekend I hope to be walking on a beach. But to start the weekend I'll be walking through the dump and recycling area. I will likely be borrowing my neighbor's tractor again to mow--since the refurbished one that I bought will not be delivered until Wednesday.
And somewhere in there is shopping, and tonight a house concert to enjoy.
For now though, I am on the deck in my chair--did I mention that it was wet with morning dew when I fell into it and so now I am damp?
And the birds are singing. Or screeching. The morning is alive and I can actually pause and be part of it.
I am not good with bird calls, but I hear a cat bird, a mocking bird, the racket caused by a woodpecker finding breakfast, a couple of cardinals, and many other birds filling the morning air with the sounds of life.
It is going to be a good day.
-- Bob Doan, Elkridge, MD
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