Late Winter Morning
If there is anything Fin loves more than listening to the song of a mockingbird, it would have to be listening to a half dozen or more of them singing at once, all over the sphere.
With an obbligato of little frogs singing soprano in wonderment of a 75 degree day in March, and a bass line supplied by some indignant cattle just beyond the tree line to the south.
They nearly drown out the whistling of the cardinals and keeing of the hawks circling overhead, and the faint (this morning) soughing of the pines. (There are five ways that word might be pronounced, but you don’t need to look it up, ‘cause I did, again--- SUFF).
Hope all are enjoying their day as well.
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I try to enjoy every day, my friend. I just do so with smaller, simpler words. :)
S
spring is just around the corner!
Nothing says spring like the soughing of breeze in the trees.
I know a new word now. If I remembered it right...
Glad you are enjoying
70's and 80's here. We have been having beautiful weather for some time now, though it would be REALLY nice if it would just spend and entire day raining, preferably on a weekend, when I am home and can enjoy it. Trees are putting out fresh buds and leaves and plants are putting out their flowers, the hummingbirds are in earthly heaven. : ) Nice to live in such an area, aye?
Hiya Fins...Thank you for listening the other day. Still figuring it out.
I think it to be a phase...am happy to note that I am getting help for it.
Cheers,
Bobby
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