Standing Up On The Inside

Good Sunday morning! Cool 69* here! Open windows, and I went to put on a robe. A summer weight robe, but one all the same. Perfect weather, because I’m still bare-footin’. No breeze, not a ripple of a tree leaf, peaceful and quiet, except for a very noisy scolding squirrel, who appears quite upset about something. He should be upset. Yesterday evening I was standing under a pecan tree and got hit in the head by a piece of pecan shell. Broken pecan shells litter the ground beneath the trees, t...