Living in the fast lane is for citified folks. Easy living is best suited for the countrified. One could sit on my patio and watch graceful deer graze on clover. They are such curious creatures. The squirrel critters are right plentiful this year. They have been so comical here lately. They climb and bark and then jump from limb to limb chasing one another. The irises have already bloomed but the day lilies are a-blooming right now. There are humming birds that buzz around all over creation. There is very little traffic on the road out in front of the house. One could sit on my front porch in a rocking chair and count the number of cars that drive by on one hand. The mail lady is usually running on schedule. She delivers letters to my quail box round about 11:20 a.m. then she waves at me if I am out in the yard. I always wave at her. Sometimes I meet her at the box to tell her she looks pretty. She was a humdinger during her younger years. She still looks good for an old gal. I'd like to jump her bones. Fetching the letters out of my quail box is about the hardest chore I’ll do today. I would be fishing but it has gotten so hot the fish won’t even bite. Maybe I’ll do some real work tomorrow. There is wood to be split. The grass needs mowing and the truck needs washing. Some of the weeds in my flower bed need to be yanked out. My dog died last January. I reckon I’ll just walk on down the way and take a look at her gravesite for the time being. Life goes on.

I feel like you should have a blog or something, so a person could read through these.

I like the way they read, very stream-of-consciousness but... easier to read, and more interesting?

Well thank ye thar Harv. You comment makes me feel like I'm getting my edge back. I retired from QL at the first of the year and three months later I realized that I was loosing what edge I had developed from reading and contributing to this place. At one time I had developed keen edges as a woodsman, (hunter, fisherman and naturalist). When I cut back on fishing I lost the edge. When I quit hunting I lost the edge. Getting dull makes for a dull person so I am back to reading books and writing stories again. (I still fish but only occasionally.)

Your suggestion is one that I will ponder.

Oh, what a nice relaxing scene you portray. My love of nature appreciates your depictions. I'd love to see deer grazing! I have a coyote who sometimes makes early morning visits, plenty of squirrels, a mama & 2 baby bunnies who love to graze & play in the grass & clover, an adorable, playful chipmunk, many species of birds & some interesting creatures that begin a call back & forth at dusk...can't pin it down to bird or frog...sounds almost like a bird out in the jungle. Eerie!

Soon the katydids will start in...their ceaseless chattering back & forth actually kept me awake 2 years ago when I moved here from a home where Rte. 57, downshifting trailer trucks & all, rushed by my bedroom window!

Well, I didn't mean to "gab" so much, but your words provoked a lot of images of my own. Nice job, PD! More of the same, please! ~~lb~~

Simple and profound. Hackneyed yet endearing.

Thanks for sharing, PD.



~NW