The honeysuckle always smells the best at dusk and dawn...and this morning it's creeping around the edge of the house pretty loudly.
I cup my ears and the cicada's rhythm increases ten-fold.
The sun is rising just over the bluff of Cowskin Creek, drying out the sleepy hay field waiting for today's balers.
The three Purple Martin households are awake and catching breakfast.
The baby calves are lowing--heading for their momma's bags.
The croaking bullfrog announces dominance at the creekbed, and I'm sure the entire valley can hear it.
An occasional hummingbird zips by for morning nectar.
The pups are still asleep, the cats are stretching in the sunbeams, the artisan well bubbles up crystal clear drinking water.
I'm enjoying coffee, a rocking chair, and this view before the heat steals the day.
1 comment:
::snaps:: Thank you for sharing :)
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