Change What You Can

My goodness, sunrise is not now until 6:38. Time marching on into fall, no matter the warmth of this early morning. The air is heavy, so heavy and quiet, sparse bird sounds here and there, and yes the crickets. So funny how they are in perfect rhythm and a background that goes unnoticed mostly. Cicadas will likely come later, as the sun dawns with heat. It rained–thank goodness!–yesterday evening, and the dampness is fresh, with a thin fog laying over the pasture and yard.

With the Audubon Bir...