Monday, March 2, 2015

Back At The Shire

I am sitting on the front porch, it's 67 degrees outside. Hundreds of tree frogs are singing. Above me the sky is gray and silver with streaks of blue. Red buds are beginning to appear on the trees along the edges of the fields.
I moved around to the back of the house where I can see the pond. My presence disturbed a duck that wildly flapped, treaded water, and then rose into the air. The soft green hue of the willow tree is beautiful enough to make you weep. Threads of monofilament line dangling from bare branches give evidence of poor casts and poor fishermen, but great memories...

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