Another blue sky
this morning. Long shadows. Dust in the air, no doubt. Our days like a quiet breeze going away. "You don't know what you've got til it's gone," sang Joni. You don't.
I am sad with all that has been lost already locally, here. How little of it we shall be able to hold onto. We haven't cared enough, and I am as guilty as the rest. When the old timers die it will be left to us, and I'm not sure we are up to the task, are we?
It is a warm morning. Yesterday the temperature reached into the 80s. One cannot complain of that. Yet we must be open to the possibility of snow, don't forget. It has happened in the recent past. Snow on May 10th, since we've lived in Fairwater.
A gold finch and an oriole in the neighbor's back yard.
The flag at the cemetery hangs absolutely limp.
Last evening as I came home from work, the hawk was in the hawk tree. As I watched, it flew off to the north.
Farmers are in their fields already this morning.
A haze to the east again, with light diffused in it.
At Five Corners I can see a flag off west of the intersection about a quarter mile: it is blowing towards the northeast.
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