Upon awakening the view from one of my windows revealed brown leaves blowing through the air. I don't know what kind of tree was shedding them. The hot, humid days are nearing an end.
When John makes the early morning coffee I can smell it brewing all the way into my room even with the door closed. I think that is what rouses me some mornings.
Wendy was moving Austen to pasture when I stepped onto the back porch...
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| Wendy and Austen |
It is the close of the day this Labor Day of 2013. I see the paper was full of labor related articles; unions struggle for membership, women still haven't reached equity in the workplace and can't have it all, the minimum wage is still $7.25 an hour, fast food workers are striking today.
Yet, there was a foggy morning, rain, sun and a late thunderstorm. There was music in the house nearly all day. There were games to be played, meals to eat, labors of household and barn life and sometimes dust fuzzies needed watching.
Locusts are scratching out their cadences. I am sleepy...
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