Bright sun burns away at the bit of haze. We had a lovely, long weekend. The temperature this morning is nearly 60 degrees. The green things are greening, trees are all leaved out, lawns thick with grass. A lovely way to go.
A flag went up at the cemetery for Memorial Day. The wind this morning finds no direction. The flag is cluffed against nothing.
Just south of Five Corners, a pasture of donkeys, a field of donkey tails slapping at flies, at imagination.
Farmers are out working their fields this morning. The year keeps unrolling like a carpet moving north.