The art departs
To the hearts
In far far parts
There I was suddenly on the strut line
Not a lick of camo on to conceal me
I dropped to my belly just in time
Setting the camera by feel blindly.
And so they passed within a few feet
They never even took notice of my clicks
Feathers iridescent in the shaded heat
I finally rose and took home several ticks.
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me-
Almost a loneliness.
Emily Dickinson
Tracks of her by john clare
Osceola and his friends in her woods still roam...Mostly along the trail of deer and bear...In unseen silence I know they are there....Its but a faint whisp carrying them along....Early if you come just before the dawn....before the lifting of the misty....You can see the tracks of Judy....softly with her puppy tagging along....
Today is the first day of early voting. I texted my neighbor to take me when he goes. He hasn’t replied.
Sister and i will go tomorrow if not today i suppose.
MAGA.
Neighbor went without me. Said he other things to do. Rick asked me to lunch but i missed the text. Will go Wed.We then took a test drive of Carols Buick MKX we are planning to buy. We rode out to the cemetery then the Devils Den ROAD.
I texted Ray when i got home and hopefully Tuesday we will get some of his chickens.
John came over and helped with several projects. Got the camera outside down to recharge, bought me a rain gauge and installed it, cut some bamboo, will help with the generator oil change, etc.