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Pandemic Furlough Campout

Pandemic Furlough Campout

  With fears of the contagion, business was slow. My employers decided to save some money by furloughing me Tuesday through Wednesday morning, so Walter and I took advantage of the relaxed travel restrictions to go camping. The Triumph loaded with gear, we headed...

Saturday Morning Soak

Saturday Morning Soak

Good morning Saturday. Hot tea and a sunrise soak at Bunny Hump Ranch. As the sun climbs the ridge behind me, a line of brilliance falls across the trees and tipi in front of me.                     I can actually see...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    5/2/26 6:15 54F (12.2C)  Calm. Quiet, if you can ignore the birds and the dog. The sky is a uniform pale gray, like an old cotton sheet or a dress shirt past retirement. Rain is predicted this evening.  From the marks in the dust, it looks like it...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    5/1/26 5:45 43F (6C) Birds sing in a pale blue morning shaded pink around the edges. A light breeze sways the birch. Good morning.                                  ...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    4/30/26 4:45 41F (5C) The sky is clear and dark, pierced by stars. The moon should be nearly full. I expected it to be shining brightly in the southwest,  but it must be too low, behind the ridge. The birds are just beginning to stir. It was quiet until...

Good Morning

Good Morning

    4/29/26 6:00 39F (3.8C) Clear, blue  sky. A whisper of breeze, heavy dew on the deck. The orchard fans are rumbling again. The birds are a little  slow to wake this morning. Perhaps the moon, nearly full last night, disturbed their sleep.    ...

Good Morning

Good Morning

  4/28/26 5:45 44F (6.66C)  Clear with tattered pink clouds moving across a light blue sky. A jay preens himself as an inconstant breeze stirs the willows. The birds sound like an orchestra warming up, playing scales and fragments of stanza. Amidst the honks and...