Monday, June 27, 2022

It Is The Season Of Complaining And I Hear Doves


 Ah, delicious, evocative and sensual....

No need to go looking for the summer.  I guess its here.  6 AM and everything is open looking for a bit of air flow.  My little fan here is sighing by my left shoulder.  And I do hear birds, some squawking like a Jay, the chickens next door talking amongst themselves and as always when it is warm, the doves.


I am swept away by the song.  Might have something to say later! lol

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