A quiet day here at Rhapsody Ridge. Yes, music happened. Wendy schlepped Aidan into north Philly to his cello lesson. Keoni was practicing violin long before I left for church and still at it after I returned. I took him to his piano accompanist's home for another practice session before next Saturday's audition. Wendy and John worked on barn gutters and drainage adjustments and repairs. It rained, the sun shone, the wind blew, but sometimes you could hear forever.
Burbles. If I get far enough away from the road I can hear the earth absorb the water. My feet sink into the knobs of grass where I try to avoid the mud.
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| These five hens keep us in eggs. The yolks now are vivid orange. |
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| Wendy said go ahead and have these for lunch. Yum. They were growing where the former owner had a garden. |
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| Our own dogwood... |
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| ...and violets. |
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| Black walnut blossoms. |
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| I don't know the name... |
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| ...nor this name. |
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| My buddies, Frezz and Toby. |
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| Pink dogwood. This is a first for me. |
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