Friday, June 10, 2005
Early morning in June is heavenly. I love the birdsong and how fresh everything is. I saw Jack off to work, let Barley out for a bit, and then made a cup of coffee to write for awhile. I feel guilty saying this but I love it when the kids are still asleep. Sometimes I feel like Clark in the movie Funny Farm when he sits in his soggy leather chair next to his upstairs window looking out at the bird in the tree. I get distracted and have to look out the window to see what's going on. The sun is warm already, and I hear the wild turkey hens calling to each other. I see them down at the edge of the woods picking around in the newly planted fields. The toms aren't fanning out anymore...I think mating season is over.