A lone bird sings as I sit here and type next to the open window.
Soon the heat will descend like a blanket just warm from the dryer.
Closed windows, the air conditioner running will soon be the order of the day.
The forecast is for 30C today.
Yesterday dearest one was able to get all the hay cut
and it's lying in lush thick swaths drying in the sun.
Allgeric to every blooming(literally) thing out there
My time outside is limited these days.
I did however just come in from weeding the garden.
As I weeded I looked up and saw a doe at the edge of the field.
Her bambi was a casualty of the hay bine yesterday.
It's instinct to lie still and close to the ground
made it impossible to see nestled in the tall hay.
A few days ago dearest one and I went for our morning walk.
Energizer bunny came along.
Right now she's running around the lawn and barking at
imagined or real critters in the bush.
Anyway as we were walking we came upon fresh bear scat.
We both took a quick look around
but the bear was already out of sight.
Every other day or so it leaves its droppings on the side of the road
letting me know we share the same daily route.
When we were newlyweds dearest one and I applied for a homestead.
There were still such things to be had back then.
My only caveat was that if a bear ran across our hoped for land
the deal was off.
As we entered the boundary of the land
a black bear ran across in front of us.
Such is life.
Actually when we sat down and figured out how much money
it would cost to go from a bush quarter
to a farm that would bring a return
we withdrew our application.
There have been many homes since then.
Now we're settled on 80 acres of hayland.
Dearest one is happiest when he's on a tractor.
He calls it his therapy.
A few more birds have joined the chorus outside.
A few vehicles in the distance can be heard, too.
It's early in the day yet.
One full of hope.