Posted Thursday evening, June 15, 2017.
Wednesday. 9 a.m. 73 degrees.
Out of the porch, writing. 73 degrees. Sun shining, Soft but continual breeze. Just saw a pair of birds race each other into a bush across the street. One gray and one a sort of peachy orange that was probably a trick of the light and they were likely goldfinches. But they might have been a pair of nuthatches, the male flying with its belly turned outward. Very pleasant here now that the neighbors' lawn guys have finished up. You're welcome to join me. There's coffee.