8/17/25 6:00 55f (12.7c) Clear sky with a few scattered clouds.
Fruit trucks, laden with bins, rumble by.
A squadron of jay’s screeching in low, land in the big maple, beneath the waning crescent moon. The rooster provides air traffic control, assigning proper approaches with loud authority.
Walter and I observe with amusement as the logistics of a new morning unfold.
Kent and Meredith spent the night and we breakfasted together on blackberry cornmeal pancakes before they headed home to Government Camp.















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