Monday, August 3, 2009

Civic holiday

Today is an official holiday where I live, which means I can hear the birds singing on this clear morning (and not construction vehicles or buses.) The sun is shining through the leaves on the trees surrounding my yard, brightening the greens of some and leaving the others dappled, or dark. And the air! it's cool again, with just a breeze to carry it to you so you barely have to raise your head for the kiss.

One must begin such a day with a freshly-baked chocolate croissant, of course, and the hot morning beverage of one's choice.

So I am.

Later, I will bid goodbye to my finny friend Bruce, who has been such good company in the kitchen. Isn't it nice that rain won't fall into his bowl as he makes his short journey home?

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