The robin begins singing it's morning song at 6 am. At quarter past eight, it's on its second wind: a joyous alarm clock.
The purple broccoli and collards I planted 11 months ago are sprouting, finally edible. All the better from neglect. Garden is in better shape than I woulda' thought.
The wind off of the lake is cold, though the sun is warm. The only birds around the lake are the coots walking the shoreline on their massive white-veined feet. Only slightly alarmed by my passing them. Further off a couple of crows languidly chase a (very vocal) juvenile eagle, but are soon bored with the pursuit and land in a tree. A magical kinda' light, again more lovely from the presence of passing clouds.
Moving laundry from washer to dryer shredded tissue falls from it like snow and I shake it loose. It sticks to my pant legs. Something to do while the laundry dries.
Finally seeing a house today. Possibly two. Feeling calm and lazy. Lotta' work to do.
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