Poems & Other Lies
Good Morning
8/20/25 6:00 56f (13.3c) Calm, with blue sky surrounded by pink clouds. Birds twitter and chat in the trees, the rooster begins his daily complaint. ...
Good Morning
8/19/25 5:30 57f (13.8c) What a beautiful morning! Quiet, so quiet my interior dialog is in a whisper. The sky looks like the inside of a seashell. Pastel pink and lavender and pale blue shading into purple. The fingernail moon hangs like a...
Good Morning
8/18/25 7:00 61f (16.1c) Gray. The sun is rising beneath the clouds. Everything is wet. I must have slept through the rain. ...
Good Morning
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,...
Good Morning
8/16/25 6:00 66f (18.8c) Another gray morning with no wind. I can smell the smoke from distant fires lingering in the air. The concrete walks are dry but the deck is slick with wet. Apparently we had some rain. Ah, there it is. Not even a...
Good Afternoon
Amy's Uncle Joe and Aunt Judy are visiting from back east. I collected their autographs, then we spent the rest of the day wandering downtown Hood River. ...
Good Morning
8/15/25 6:00 65 (18.3) Calm and overcast. It is a quiet, gray Friday morning. The deck is speckled with wet, remnants of an earlier rumor of rainfall. Occasionally an acorn breaks the silence, plummeting through the oaks, ...
8/15/25 6:00 65f 18.3c Overcast, calm. It is a quiet, gray Friday morning. The deck is speckled with damp spots, remnants of an earlier rumor of rain. Occasionally an acorn breaks the silence, plummeting to the ground, richocheting off oak branches to smack the...
Good Morning
8/14/25 4:30 62f (16.6c) Clear and still. The moon, brilliant white and waning gibbous, puts to rest any hope of seeing meteors. Two planets hover over the east ridge, shining brightly. The thunder of crickets fades around 5:00 replaced by amplified...
Good Morning
8/13/25 7:00 62 (16.6) A clear, windless morning, smelling faintly of burnt toast. I don't see any new fire alerts, so it must be from a distance. The sun is cresting the ridge. Happy birthday to my youngest brother, Andy. And happy...
