Friday, December 26, 2014

Low sixties and down from a breeze....

Today I'm in the yard watching the clouds roll by.
Low sixties and down from a breeze....
I'm sitting on a picnic table near the creek.
A loud chickadee is either singing to me or scolding me I haven't decided which.

The pool is full from last week's rains.
The day is mild, typically southern.
A wet weather system is supposed to be blowing in later tonight. Another 3 to 6 inches of rain to be dribbled and poured onto the wet,  winter earth surrounding my house on the northshore of Lake Pontchartrain
Christmas came and went bringing the family near as it should be. Good food, memories and plans for the future.
Narcissus bulbs planted and a few loads of clothes fluff and folded aleady.
The sun screams as it breaks through the clouds ever so strongly but breifly.
Life is good and full.
Animals are singing announcing themselves.
The wind rustles in the cat tails and scoots up the trees all the way to the top of the leaves. The loosest leaves dangle gently vibrating like a blanket listing on the air. Listen hard and imagine you can hear their ringing like little Tibetan temple bells.

Lazy December (last work day off) kind of  Day.

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