June 18, 2016—Day 169 (WD 450)

Happy Saturday, Oh Sol! It’s a sunny summer Saturday – or, just about summer.  For some reason, this spot where I write sometimes gets me reminiscing about my childhood – the view of the yards, edged by trees; and, especially, the sound of a lawn mower on a Saturday....

Remembering the Summers of My Youth

  Written last evening It’s a beautiful evening, and I’m sitting on the back deck writing this.  The air is cool, with a gentle breeze, as scores of song birds and swallows flit back and forth, snatching insects and popping from branch to branch to find friends...