Cricket’s lullaby
Honking geese herald the fall
Music to my ears
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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Some of the best tunes Mother Nature has ever created 🙂
Yes. I love it that the weather is cool enough now to turn off the AC and let the sounds come in the window.
Oh yes
🙂
You seem to be more observant, especially re nature, than I am. I did notice, however, that you have added an actual photo of yourself? Always nice to be able to put a face to a name.
Always good to have your comments. Thanks. Yes, I figured out how to download and crop a picture to fit my Avatar.