It was a cool and
comfortable day yesterday. Today is blue sky and sun and nothing fierce as yet. Light lays on everything a little more friendly. Breeze makes its sound through the screen door, a small sound, like a bird cooing. Far off, a rumble of airplanes. The EAA convention is underway; we are close to the flightpath into Oshkosh and see many planes before, during, and just after the event. It's a show we don't have to pay for.
It is as smooth and mellow a morning as we have seen in some time, bright and cool. The air has a clarity. The sunlight touches rather than tears.
Some wind in the flag at the cemetery, towards the southwest. Clouds to the north.
The county fellows have got the road done except at the ends where it meets Highway 44 in Fairwater and Highway K at Five Corners. There are some few orange barrels left standing undamaged. Still they will have to grade the shoulders, but you don't drive on the shoulders unless you're drunk on the road; I can be patient and sober. In fact, with the five mile stretch of it done, I can be as patient of Job waiting for the ends to be tidied up. This morning I am being patient with everything: the world hums.
The paleness of the corn tassels changes the color of the landscape from such a deep green in some directions. Nature, re-painting constantly.