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The Seasons Turn
Soft and in the distance, I heard the hoot owls this morning at about 5:10.
I always breathe a sigh of relief to hear them, thinking each year that the encroachments of Wal-Mart and Starbucks will take them away from us.
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4 Comments
1. Helen Losse replies at 6th August 2006, 10:49 am :
I’m not sure what to add to this. But it’s too good a post to go commentless.
2. sherry replies at 6th August 2006, 10:55 am :
Thanks, Helen. The hoot owls are one of life’s consolations here in Paris, Kentucky.
3. charles whitt replies at 6th August 2006, 10:34 pm :
An own and a pussy cat went to shop in a beautiful—is that Corolla green? Helen’s right, too good to pass up. Have a good week. Chas
4. sherry replies at 8th August 2006, 5:21 am :
The Corolla, Charlie, is that Toyota gold that I think is probably the most invisible color on the roads. I had a Camry that color once and folk were always pulling out in front of me, even though I usually drove with my headlights on. It was finally totalled when somebody did that on a rainy winter afternoon.
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