Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Monday, August 19, 2019
Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm.
I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort.
Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!
|THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...|