Getting the urge to hit the water with a pole, really bad, but my schedule does not allow for that right now. The water in all the lakes and creeks is still running full from all the rain, which cleans out and refreshes all the waterways.
Lots of turmoil in the world, right now, wars and rumors of wars, but here on the front porch of the old farm house, the only war I see is the one between a blue jay and a black bird over something or other, the squirrels are just getting up and getting started on their little squirrel lives, the deer have gone back into their secret places in the woods, resting after grazing all night. So, I prefer this world to that other kind of stuff, aware of what's happening, but not letting it ruin my day.
As long as Deshea Creek chuckles on down to the Cumberland, the Mockingbird continues to find new tunes to try out on my morning coffee time, I can watch the squirrels scampering about, while Old Buck The Collie ignores them, only interested in the big game he sees on National Geographic Channel, the Hummingbirds continue to hum as they suck up the sugar water, the horses have found a new stand of clover....I reckon all is well in the world around the old farm house, and the front porch view is pretty dang good. Stan
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