The clouds are breaking up and drifting off. A glimpse of the harvest moon may be possible tonight, after all. There's more to be done, but for now I'll enjoy the patio at Saxapahaw General Store. It's a cool 70 degrees, there's a buzz of people coming and going, and the buzz of conversations drifting … Continue reading Days like this and Tangerine beer.
The wind is still gusting here, and the rain has returned. To be honest, I’m loving it. I have the greatest respect for the power of nature and I know any of the trees could turn loose of this saturated ground at any moment. Risks understood, I slipped out back a few minutes ago for … Continue reading Scene from a Sunday stroll
This morning I took my coffee to the front porch to enjoy the soft morning breeze before the humidity kicks in. The wildflowers are all but spent, easily mistaken for tall, gangly weeds at this point, but the birds love this little patch of tall seeds, and because of them, so do I. Soon enough … Continue reading Morning
Just beyond the screen, these old oak trees are swaying softly in the humid morning breeze. Overall, it is cloudy here, but for maybe two seconds, the sun peeked through the soft gray sky blanket to reach the back porch. Perhaps just a little wave or wink to say: Good Morning, I see you, I'm … Continue reading Hello, August.
Front porch seat, hot coffee, springlike breeze blowing summer flower scents through the sprinklety showers and downpours, goldfinches, cardinals, and a tiny little gray bird playing peekaboo from the hollies and oaks. Seems like my weekend “to do” list has just been rewritten. Hello, Saturday. It’s good to be here.
An ancient book of prayers, a not so old mandolin, and a hot cup of fresh coffee. It was among these things that I greeted this Tuesday morning. I could play the strings, but to do so would interrupt the morning chorus from the resident birds. Perhaps another day I would attempt to play along, … Continue reading The music of morning
If I could share one scene from my day today with you all, it would be from the morning drive. Just off Snow Camp Road is a field full of green young leaves. Maybe soybeans, maybe sorghum, beautiful and lush regardless. It’s not my usual route anymore, so I try to go a bit slower … Continue reading Monday morning scenes