Company from Delaware
arrived yesterday, along with 85 degree temperatures. It's bright and blue and cool this morning. The whoo of mourning dove, the twathle of a robin, a loveliness of light.
The flags at the cemetery blow briskly west to east. No clouds visible in any direction, nothing for the wind to blow away. Where the canning factory sprays its water just north of town, part of a field of the tall grass has been taken, cheap hay.
Everything is lovely, I cannot put away my heart. Loveliness in love.