9/10/26 8:00 60F (15.5C) AQI 21
The sun has topped the ridge, there is a slight breeze and a few mares tails are reaching across an otherwise clear sky.
Walter is barking at the orchard workers.
Strands of spider silk flash silver in the morning sunlight.
Acorns fall at irregular intervals, thumping the ground hard.
I hear the hoarse call of a crow somewhere beyond Selle’s barn. My rooster answers him.
Good morning.









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