* Eyes half open, I approach the outdoor chair and manage to fill the seat. The cool dry air brushes my cheeks. The day is still new and fresh with possibilities. The dogs freely explore the night's drama of the south forty. Oops! Something may be in the tallest tree. I dissuade their barking and they are distracted by the tall ornamental grasses. A salad before breakfast? In the winter they path the snow close to the fences, patrolling. Summer now and the heat will fall on us soon. Time for dog food.
* The reassuring rumble of the attic fan.
* A framed sampler sewn by my mother back when my daughter was learning her letters.
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