They came, they sold. We bought
Trees away. Three be gone,
And some little ones that
May have been worth it but are now out of here.
I thought, that’s the end of the matter.
We’ll live wi what we have.
Regretting don’t fit well.
Sure comes close to applicable.
Now is another day.
We’re already into other things.
Time to look at how it is,
We’ll start again, that’s what I say.
mighty Little, then new little
Appear first in front after the other
Then after a pause dash together or practically.
Zipping off they were here then depart
It’s not easy to write about speeders.
Those who can’t stay long enough to act friendly.
I know they’re goodness sitting, running.
We‘ll wait to see how they go.
Going later, toward nine now.
Perhaps warm today. We’re hoping.
A small boat. Light wind.
We can sail well.
Red flowers are attractive.
They could dance and boom.
No one is out walking this morning.
Quiet as can be out there.
This is a day to straighten the area.
I’ll take it easy getting the space in order.
Nothing special weather wise.
We’re in a good position.
Thinking what she has to do today.
Little is out there this morning.
A large, sitting ball of bunnie.
Now now heading to the back yard.
Gets up early.
It’s a week before the middle of July.
Prime summer.
What we wish and wait for the rest of the year.
This is a perfect warm day.
Splashing water birds are set for
Green grass is growing
A luminous summer day.
Lost the entry for today 6 July 2023.
Seemed another day progressed on schedule.
A large deer appeared in the back yard,
Standing on the edge of the woods.
Not moving. Waiting patiently. With
Only the slightest turn of her head.
Not moving, practically invisible.
I carefully wrote about this wonderful anima
Then lost my entry when I searched to
Make sure it was there.
It rarely happens that I loose one. I think.
The deer was magnificent.
What I wrote seemed complimentary and
Then it was a blank page. I did it again.
.00 a number, signifying rain predicted for tomorrow.
The figure is a scant larger than today’s
The ciphers for both days are minimal.
Water minimal is what we live with.
When I start looking for water from the sky
On the days before it begins-
I’m ready to end the dryness.
Help these flowers and vegetables grow
Akron is around the corner;
So when do we hear, then see the Goodyear Blimp.
Low and floating overhead.
Now there is an event-and-a-half.
Line the celebration across the weekend.
The longest stretch of holiday in my lifetime.
Seems whipped open
Hardiness full of up and comings.
The house across the street is the Methodist pastor’s home.
Monique is she, we just met.
She shouted hi and walked over.
A friendly new neighbor, we’ll take one.
So there we have our holidays weekend underway.
Poco a poco, little by little
We discover where we are.
Our times are bright
Here we be. Wrapping up.
Great spirit that is greater than any of us.
Way it ought to be.
Take it easy. The holiday is upon us.
This magical stuff is hard to take
Like card tricks by a magician.
If I say magic again
something may disappear
Not overly still or off the scale temperature wise.
Just fine and dark.
Damp out.
hardly notice any difference on the inside.
Will be a good Sunday for most anything.
Reasonable activities always fit well.
Have room around the woods for robins,
Cardinals, chipmunks. Rabbits, squirrels and the rest.
Deer walk by now and then,
Or every night.
Is it early turbot or on time? I can’t say.
The blistering scarlet top is for sure present.
All day cloudy because fires continue.
It’s suggested we stay indoors.
Times have caught a new wave.
Leaders trying hard to save.
In cities on major boulevards thousands rave
Working hard to avoid the grave.
Some rain, green grows thick.
Bunnies hide. We do too
Running quick.
Mornings are cool.
Listen to me, I’m telling you what the weather will be.
I read it, believe it, and pass it on.
I’m trained.
What happened to me looking out the window.
Today might be the warmest of the year, so far.
I’m dressed for warm so i believe it.
Cloudy, so looks like the Canadian smoke continues.
Right now I’ll coffee-up.
Dream swirled with me in it.
Now I’ve coffeed once and
Am looking over my shoulder for more.
Baby squirrel and new little bunnie are in the back yard.
Weather is dry this middle of the week.
Warming to mid seventies.
Nothing so terribly hot or humid.
Feels like it’ll be regular, good summer day
I’ll jot a little, like this I’m doing.
We’ll see what will be as the calendar spins.
On and off again, working it out.
Smile and think good, what it’s about.
Other parts had the rain
We were border dry,
Finally one day it came our way.
Now I’m sitting, waiting again, no lie.
What we usually get is a forecast of rain.
Then nothing happens.
Skies always cloudy
So rain seems around the corner.
Will be very warm for these parts.
Not like Texas with temps absurd .
Our area is warm enough for us.
We need a forest to hide in heavy green.
We do have a small woods on one side.
i can check the weather there.
It will make our acre yard worth while.
Instead of taking for granted I’ll examine.
Now the fine line of wonder opens.
Hello good June Sunday, come on in,
Blue sky, clouds flow puffy again,
A measure for how and where we’ve been.
the little bunny sat a while
not moving just looking.
i had toast, grape jelly and a coffee
and kept an eye out; nothing happened.
at this moment all looks good.
perhaps there was a splash of rain last night.
plants are healthy.
cloudy but I think warm enough.
this is the kind of today we need .
how a summer day should be.
feeling okay how it all comes about.
practically a heart warming comedy.
Avoiding the crowd is the scheme
Trader Joe’s is on our beam.
Best plans for our team. up early, dressed to go.
Started counting bunnies, our movement became slow.
Five or so, front and back.
Moving to new places
Figuring who is who.
Hard to tell bunnies apart.
Happy to have them hopping here
Makes home seem calm and friendly.
A plethora of Baby chipmunks and fewer dogs.
It’s user friendly.
Hello friends, how have you been?
I’m pleased to have you as my former classmates.
Everyone recalls another fracture.
Good to have the memories.
For all time we’ll be
Set into the class of 63.
Count us up, how many are we?
And dance to the music.
That means it was six something
when I leaned forward in the bed
Because Meri was standing there and said
Lean forward and you can see the little one
Right there. And I did and did.
Then looking out the front with coffee and toast
I see another bunny by Rod’s bush
and it scampered around it.
Toast and cinnamon with coffee
Good Tuesday to the world.
a warm day with a few sprinkles.
good smelling without wrinkles
My toast.
avocado was on it.
She explicitly said cinnamon used with something
i forget, but she means it.
This is a breakfast standard that will apply.
Had my coffee and toast; finished that.
Going to be warm again.
How summer is best.
Reading Larry McMurtry’s Lonesome Dove.
It has been at least ten years since I read it.
The book is a pleasure a second time.
It’s filled with space.
Bright yellow it shines
Good morning to you
See bushes thick
Stiff in no breeze
Lacking a glint of greeting
a tiny squirrel hopped by
through a bush quietly
near the spot of sun
Splashes of light
showing so brightly
getting ready now
for a sunny warm afternoon coming today.
Canoe, a small island off Denmark’s West coast.
Home to an international kite festival
and twenty thousand kites.
Chinese kites received a warm welcome.
People had color in the sky.
Entertainment and smiles abounded this weekend.
Sounds good to put on your calendar.
Kites galore, next year eh,
Full blown growing, you see green all the way down.
With clovers white dots spread through the lawn.
Don’t have to worry no light can shine in,
The bushes are too tall where the light’s been.
Yah yah a quarter.
dream it’s turned loose.
On downtown manana.
Flying free as a goose..
In a film i saw Cagney and Hope
knock ‘em down tap dancing.
i casually talked with Hope for fifteen or twenty minutes
and didn’t think to mention how hard they had worked..
that was a slip up.
I wanted to hear his comments.
Bed time I put on ear phones for my transistor radio.
The Guardians, formerly the Indians, were playing in San Diego.
A clean major league baseball field under lights - that’s beauty.
The first inning San Diego jumped in 4- 0.
No joy to start out.
I wasn’t going to listen to the whole game anyway.
Another day another game, Tom Hamilton, Cleveland’s play by play announcer, is a pleasure to hear.
The Guardians win will bring joy.
Summertime weather. Nothing like it.
Slow getting here this year.
This time of year is a perfect fit.
I know good times are near.
How about a marching band?
In line on the field playing their favorite tune.
Knowing their looking good
And having a powerful musical day.
Onion be gone, it’s breakfast time.
Dreamed in circles i did all night.
Peaceful on top of that.
Cloudy, warm and rabbits.
Getting to run same habits
On and over again.
Monotonous to an extent; without complaining.
Rigamarol is procedurally common place. Not out of place.
Those bunnies running circles have got me doing it.
I’ll pause to sharpen my blades to keep up with’em.
These words i sing.
God bless us everyone.
This June like years back
Is the time things grow.
This last a full night of storm struck.
I left the window open to a full rain fall.
Fields, animals and plants took it in.
A big drink for all my mother used to say.
Talk of drought has been slowed.
Plants will grow, and fields to be mowed.
i lost the final paragraph while i know i saved it. it has not happened for a while.
Jose hit three homers in the game.
Cheering for the fellow is deserved.
The stadium, for Guardians. Hurrah.
Rain today will break a long spell without.
We’ve NLB plus Little
that we look for daily.
They hang close by.
A sympathetic lawn and woods is why.
The neighborhood dogs stay away.
Our neighbors there deserve credit.
Thanks much folks for good work,
There, dog lovers, i said it.
the mystery of the whistles us so blatant
We can put thoughts about it
together with much difficulty.
Credit comes latent.
