6/9/26 6:15 52F (11C) Blustery, gray and damp.
The waning crescent moon hangs in a patch of blue, showing through the torn fabric of clouds, rent by a belligerent west wind.
The rain has paused but I expect it to resume at any moment.
There was a chorus of frogs this morning, the first I’ve heard in quite some while.
Now I hear the wind whipping through the oaks with a background chatter of orchard fans up on Willow Flat, probably a desperate attempt to blow water off the cherry crop.
Good morning.












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