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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Working at home


Painter is enjoying her breakfast.

I sneak outside to welcome the sun.  At equinox it pours directly up my street over the tree tops. The neighbor's dogwood is turning brown mainly, but there's a bit of red beginning.

The last of the Crepe Myrtle shows in glaring white against the shady background.


I think of the folks in that plane above the oak headed to Atlanta probably, and to more travels.  They have no idea what a simple life I'm leading down here below them.  And I've only been part of the "jet set" life a few times myself.


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