It was a quiet day today. The sun shone but just enough to make you love summer. The new fish have learned who brings the food and follow me now like eager puppies. The squirrel who lives in the cedar tree outside my bedroom window has decided to make me a friend. Well at least he listens to me now when I tell him to quiet down. The Stellar jays grow more and more bold, lining up above my head to watch as I fill the feeders. The humming birds are fearless and abundant as they fill the garden with their antics.
It was a quiet day today. I clipped back spent flowers, cleaned pond filters and pulled algea. I let the sprinkler trickle in the beds and added to the compost pile. I wrote a letter to a new friend and thanked Microsoft for spellcheck. The dogs napped in the shade, snapping at the occasional errant bee. The pick ax lay untouched next to the gravel ditch I started to dig out for the new bed. It will be there tomorrow. I will think about it then
It is evening now and the frogs are singing, the honeysuckle is drifting in the windows and the waterfalls are soothing. Tomorrow will be a less quiet day.
I love the way you write. I felt like I was right there with you.
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