A large Canadian Goose just cruised by noisily putting Joey under the picnic table. A nocturnal  animal knocked over the bird feeder scattering sun flower seeds on the deck. Small finches hop around from seed to seed while Joey crouches under the picnic table, still. More geese can be heard in the distance among the rooster's crow and laying chickens.  Waa,waa,waa,  WAAAAK! I can almost feel their pain as each egg is laid. Nearby highway traffic noise sounds like ocean waves - overcast, green, chirppy and nippy. My favorite part of the day. On my couch under the techno warmth of my laptop.

The front patio has new potted tomatoes, peppers and herbs. The summer sun just barely making a showing this week is now hidden by a blanket of high thick clouds. It smells like wet hay. The local farm has recently "downed" a complete orchard of aging pear trees. Ghastly grey trunks overturned with their roots reaching towards the sky, like Zombies from the grave. Spring calves wander too far from their mothers that prompt a chorus of bellows and moans.  All is well, the blackberry bramble impede their journey and the little ones turn and trot on spindly legs back to the comfort of the big mama bellies that steam in the cool morning air. 

Coffee, bathrobe, fuzzy socks. Tom, Joey, local wildlife. Green fields, cows, roosters and geese. Potting soil, wet grass and smooth stones.  Oh, yes.  Kentucky Derby Day.  Where's my hat?  Never mind my hat, where's my Bourbon and Branch (no mint julep for me)?

Life is good.  Love you all.