Sunday, June 8, 2025, 60* 0655 Undetermined
Thinking about something other than what I was doing, I put 2 scoops in the mesh coffee filter last night. Hercules in a cup! In a red cup which I remembered to set under the spout. Soon I shall have no need for wings.
There was no crescendo of voices last night, not even one peep. This morning for a while I heard just the clatter of the three up and down the ramp, a crowing rooster; then, a duet: Red-eyed Vireo and a Northern Parula.
How long has it been since I’ve seen the moon? Yesterday I discovered a December photo of Luna bathing in the pond. Will she return again? Will I be able to see her through the lush green leaves? Que Sera Sera is the song mom often sang to me.
Whatever will be will be.
Photo: LJ Austin
