Tuesday, July 29, 2025, 61.7*, 87% RH, 0723
Soleil lights the sky, shines through blinds. Zayne jumps, runs toward the gate after a touch from water washing the feet of berry bushes. Raspberries, red, black, plump fall into my hand, I place them without ceremony into a teacup (more like a bowl I need to hold with two hands).
Breyers vanilla ice cream last night; discovered on refrigerator shelf. No mosquitoes, no deer flies communed with us this morning. A Red-eyed Vireo conversed with a crow joined just before we came inside by an American Goldfinch and a Yellow-bellied Sapsucker.
If I could sing, I’d sing the song of Tuesday morning.
Photo: LJ Austin
