6/10/26 6:30 51F (10.5C) A faint breeze sways the willows and birch. The sun is up in a blue sky bordered by clouds.

I watch a jay chase a squirrel through the oak canopy.

Walter has joined the canine gossip, barking his contributions from the fence corner out front.

We haven’t seen Sheila Kitty for a couple of days. She may be vacationing with our neighbors, but I fear the worst.  Twenty years is a long time to share company with a cat.

Frogs are belching in the pond across the back fence; birds chitter and flit through the flowering blackberries behind them.

The rain has passed; we continue to spin out the last days of spring.

Good morning.