So much nature.
And now the rain is beginning, soft pattering and I'm going to town again. For someone so damn insular, I sure seem to be around other people a lot. I'm going to lunch with a friend and we're going to discuss writing but before that, I'm going to the mall to help Jessie with August while she tries to get a few things for the trip she and Vergil (and of course, little Gus) are taking to Boulder tomorrow.
Are any of you wondering when Mr. Moon is coming home?
Well, yes, me too.
Here's a picture he sent me of him holding a crappie (yes, that is a real fish name) that he caught in the lake he used to fish in with his parents when he was a child.
Time to let the chickens out. Time to get ready to go to town.
There is a hungry hawk somewhere in the trees. Beware and be careful.