The sky is golden and painted with twigs, like fingers on branches of the trees. A few leaves remain, stuck... too late to fall before the final freezes of the season.
The squirrels are from leapng in the trees. Jerking and jumping and squeaking and cackling. They know a freeze is coming and they are preparing. Jan 21 was mild, winter is returning
tonight.
✿⁀⋱‿”˜ƸӜƷ˜”‿.•⁀❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿ Pull up a chair, kick off your shoes and sit for a while on the Back Porch. Ponder the sites, chew on the words and laugh if the feeling moves you. Savor the cool breeze, enjoy the smell of sweet olive, jasmine and fresh cut grass. Join us for a tall glass of ice cold sweet tea. ✿⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀❀”˜ƸӜƷ˜”❀⁀⋱‿✻‿.•⁀✿
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
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