When I wake up in the morning, I don’t know what I’ll write about that day, or if I’ll write anything at all. I’d say that’s the case 90% of the time. Maybe more, now that I think about it.
I let the day come to me. Then either the words come to me or they don’t.
Wednesday was destined to be another hunker-down, beat-the-heat day on The Mountain. I drove to the post office early to fetch an important package.
The day unfolded unremarkably.
By the time the sun set, words still hadn’t come. It happens.
Today, a handful of images will have to do.
The entire stand of willowleaf lettuce has gone to seed now.
Several plants are almost seven feet tall.
Ozarkansas is dry these days. The subdivision road is impossibly dusty.
Sharp eyes are rewarded. This doe emerged from a cloud of dust and took her time crossing in front of me.
I saw a flock of wild turkeys, adults and juveniles, in the same pasture where I’d spotted them not long ago.
This time I counted 12 youngsters.
A familiar Chris Stapleton song popped into my head while I was sipping coffee yesterday morning. At that moment, I looked at Smudge, who was smiling up at me — adorably and adoringly.
That song, this dog and I were made for each other. Starting over, indeed.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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